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Due to the Covid-19 outbreak we have cancelled the launch of Crannóg 52 on Friday March 27th in The Crane Sea Rd Galway.

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We interview writers on their thoughts about the writing process, their writing routines and other matters.

Mike McCormack

Alan McMonagle

Mary O’Donnell

Fiona Sampson

Nuala O’Connor
Niamh Boyce

Danielle McLaughlin

For issue 52 we’ve put together the work of 42 writers, 8 short stories 34 poems
Plus we talk to Danielle McLaughlin about her work and writing life.
Cover art Dreams Glasses by Carlota Gómez Touet

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Launch of Crannóg 51  videos.

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Out March 27th!

Don’t You Want Me

Sinéad Creedon

I see you sitting on the bench outside Tesco. You are looking up, around, and then down at your phone again because your friends are also playing on their phones. I can hear the ding-ding of Candy Crush.

You lean forward, then back. You don’t know if you should look bored and calm, or interested in what your friends are saying. You tug at your school skirt which you had asked your mam to hitch up for you in first year. You wish you hadn’t asked, because now people can see your knickers when you sit down. I can see your knickers now. You want people to think you are a thong kind of girl but your knickers are big. They are big with red polka dots on them. When you cross your legs you offer me a good look at your upper thigh. I walk forward, towards you.

Read on …

Read  excerpts from Crannóg 52:

At the Sink

Karla Van Vliet

A woman stood at the sink, her hands in the

warm sudsy water washing dishes. She

yearned for a thousand merciful touches,

imagined a mighty swarm of bees descending

over her bare arms, her collarbones, the long

stretch of her neck, the wing-wind thrumming

like the breath of a lover. A thousand stinging

bodies. Her own body’s reaction, apoplectic,

madness being a kind of rage. Her mind, vibrant

with the whir, with the will, with the wanting,

drink of the gods, nectar of the bee, the long

glass neck of the bottle she clutched in her wet

hand and turned toward heaven.

Gooseberry Island at Sunset

Marybeth Rua-Larsen

There isn’t a beach, just rocks the size of small

regrets. They’re flat and long enough for two.

The water’s deep, and swimming, as we knew,

would be a danger. Instead, we stumble, crawl

along and find our spot. Like snakes, we ball

together, gather warmth amidst a slew

of crying gulls, and watch the sun fall through

its day to meet the ocean near the seawall.

This is our quiet place. We’re not too old

or stubborn to repent for our misdeeds.

We’re not afraid of words, the bitter or harsh.

Our fangs have dulled, and we’ve made tiny toeholds

on the slipperiest of rocks. Our needs

are simple. We’ll sit here until it’s dark.

Coming in July

To celebrate Galway 2020, Galway’s designation as European Capital of Culture we are publishing an anthology of Galway writers published in Crannóg since its foundation eighteen years ago.

Since 2002 Crannóg has published the work of almost 120 Galway writers.

Crannóg 2020 features fiction and poetry by writers who were based in Galway at the time of publication and are resident in Galway now, hence the subtitle, Galway then, Galway now.

Crannóg 2020 will be launched during the Galway Arts Festival in July.

Look out for it.

Unnecessary Pressure of Early Intervention

Kelly Creighton

Act fast! Your child is blowing away,

their buggy has wheels and the pavement is slick,

at least they are strapped in,

this is both good and it is bad,

a strong gust is carrying them off

across a grey expanse, like in a dream.

You don’t blink but your child is still gone.

You try to run after but your legs are gone.

You never see yourself in dreams.

You could be anyone. All you know

is what you feel, your teeth falling out,

the wind around your naked skin,

the sense of distance, the child you thought

you had becoming a puncture on the horizon.