This is a Belfast lass who performs under the name BEATRICE.
A song I discovered on “Trespasses”
I've been watching Channel 4's Trespasses, the series based on the Louise Kennedy novel by the same name.
In a Belfast bar
"Ock! The experience is just the seed," he says, "The story. Well, echhh, the story, 'icc, that's, ccup, the tree."
Rave Solo
That third tree down the left-hand side of the alley below my fourth floor window looks like Robert the Bruce.
A wee spot of Anglophobia
I fall from the rideshare car at ABIA; methinks it was a Lyft - fucking hate Uber - well, I hate Lyft, too,
Painful Memories are Long; The Joyful are Fleeting
Recollections of Derry/Londonderry on the Eve of All Hallows Eve / Dhoire oíche roimh Samhain // gathered quickly before they slip away
Don’t fear the funeral singer
I have seen the future of music, and it is a small Irish woman clad in stark white pajamas.
Hungry Huffing Dragons of Glass and Steel; A Kind of Book Review
We can’t all be Ivy League whiz kids living supersonic lives in NYC, Silicon Valley, Boston, Los Angeles, or wherever they congregate. Some of us, well, most of us,
Homage to Caledonia [and Hibernia, too]
Pics from the Austin Celtic Festival, 10/18/2014