Archive - GORSE

Olive oil, Cellar Door

It was a surprising start to the week when I found myself in Bellaghy weeping over Seamus.

Jul 1 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

June 2025

I want to take you to the island

But I'm soloing

Jun 24 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

It's true, I love potatoes

I want to live in a lighthouse, climbing the winding stair in my moth-eaten wools to read at the ocean facing window by candlelight.

Jun 17 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

Mystery, Magnets and Monotony

I fell in love with a girl once.

Jun 10 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

Last night I dreamt of Cadhay.

It’s most likely the reason I woke up exhausted with half-finished vivid dreams swirling around my head and smashing into my brain like the tumultuous…

Jun 3 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

May 2025

I got into my pyjamas at 4.30pm, luxuriating in the laziness of it, hoping for no unexpected visitors.

May 27 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

Feeding soul from the soil up

The sand was crunchy under our toes, baked by the endless hot sun, crispy layers breaking away as we walked, like shards of beautifully crisp pastry.

May 20 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

How irritating is it when someone repeats what you’ve said?

May 13 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

Bealtine and Brothers

By the magic of Bealtine the Hawthorn blossom burst simultaneously around the field boundaries of the glens, a season marker, a welcome shove into early…

May 6 •

Ciara Ohartghaile

April 2025

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