Eilín lives in Dublin. Her conversational pamphlet In the Jitterfritz of Neon, written with Damien B Donnelly, was published by Hedgehog Poetry. Her poems have appeared in The Stony Thursday Book , Banshee , Iamb , The Storms , An Capall Dorcha , Skylight 47 , The Waxed Lemon , The Frogmore Papers and other journals.
Linktree & X: @edepaor Onionskin Red sugar paper cover, thin foolscap pages, hand-typed, spiral-bound, 50p of saved up pocket money from the bargain bin of a Glasthule book shop. Poems about love and drink and loss, small ink drawings in the margins — faces of men, bent trees, spilt pints. I read that pamphlet till the binding cracked, till the paper greased translucent.
Those dark adult words, the sadness of a man whose name I forget, whose book I’ve lost. Letting When leaves fall is the tree relieved to give up clenching to get respite from the drag of breeze the incessant rustle to be naked stick-bare unencumbered scars sealed by frost-glaze free to focus on new buds the readying for spring or does it feel the grief of each leaf’s dying? Ag Ligean Uair a thiteannn duilleoga an mothaíonn an crann faoiseamh an fáscadh a staonadh faoilte a fháil ó stracadh na leoithne ón siosarnach síoraí a bheith nocht géag-lom gan cúram coilm séalaithe ag glé-oighear saor chun díriú ar bhachlóga úra ullmhúcháin don Earrach nó an airíonn sé cumha báis gach dhuille? Read more.
