Winter BayouWinter Bayouby Kelly Sullivan \n \n'Each time we lay down together, I thought of pounding fetlocks, the flex of tendons, the press of horse shoe against my chest, the ring of purple flesh it would leave on my stomach, his galloping, galloping into me' \n \nEach night, after, I filled the space we'd made with the whine and later the voice of the violin, my voice, coming quicker and quicker, my fingers finding the notes through his hair, quicker and

lavishly illustrated by over fifty pen-and-ink drawings by Jeremy Williams

aged seventeen

His secondary education was at St

and by securing the future supply of clean and economical electricity and water throughout the Cork area and beyond

’ Sean and Liam

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Mary Farl Powers

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Just over a month after the 1921 truce that ended Ireland’s fight with England

These documents detail the war as it was fought with none of the benefit of hindsight and occasional artistry that marks the memoirs of many of the men involved

Toland left Ireland under threat of arrest and spent the remainder of his life in Britain and on the continent

bravado and improvisational flair