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Link for blog talk radio

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 15:39:00 -0500

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/RedRiverWritersLive/2009/11/05/Red-River-Writers-Live-

Mike Marcellino Join Mike Marcellino and his New Zeland sidekick Natalie Bliss for Notebookwriter Blog Talk Radio produced by Red River Writers Live 8-10pm Eastern Standard Time (7-9pm Central Standard Time) in USA Wednesday, Nov. 4 as they interview an international array of writers from New Zealand, Australia, Northern Ireland and S...an Diego, California. You can call in at 646-595-4478 with questions, comments and listen, or go in Notebookwriter show website.

Mike performs songs, "Las Cruces" and "Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings" recorded by his new folk band Mike Marcelino with Ensor, you can listen on ReverbNation

www.reverbnation.com/mikemarcellino

Guest on blog talk radio!

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 17:51:00 -0500

I was a guest on Blog Talk Radio with poet and writer Mike Marcellino, it's been a while since I read and it was fun to do although I was a bit rusty. I'd like to thank Mike for the opportunity, for more info on the link read below. When you reach the site you need to scroll down to 'On Demand Episodes' 58697 Original Air Date: 05/11/2009 01:00 .

Mike Marcellino, award winning journalist, interviews an eclectic mix of writers about their writing and lives, takes calls from listeners and reads his own stuff. An Army war correspondent Mike first wrote poems during mortar & rocket attacks in Vietnam. He likes to surf and the film "Viva Zapata" with Marlon Brando. Natalie Bliss, a poet, writer and artist from Auckland, New Zealand, is Mike's sidekick and techie on the show. She likes Leonard Cohen, animals, rugby and teaches grade school kids art. Mike reads poetry songs "Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings,” & "Las Cruces," recently recorded by folk band Mike Marcellino with Ensor. Mike's performed at Cornelia Street Cafe & Spike Hill, NYC; Gypsy Cafe, Tulsa; and the Barking Spider Tavern and Macs Backs Books in Cleveland. The shows airs from 7-9pm Central Standard Time, Wednesday, Nov. 4th This show's guests are Aine MacAodha, poet & photographer from Omagh in Northern Ireland. Aine writes about her rediscovery of the beauty of the countryside in County Tyrone and rememberances of war; Shane Hollands, an Auckland, New Zealand performance poet and radio show host; Terese Svoboda, poet, author of "Weapons Grade" from New York City & Heather Fowler, San Diego, CA writer of flash fiction, short stories, poetry, novels, plays. Listeners may bring their questions or comments by going to the Red Writers Writers Live Notebookwriter show page or call 646-595-4478. The show is live and archived.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/RedRiverWritersLive

Pirene's Fountain A Journal of Poetry

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:49:00 -0500

http://www.pirenesfountain.com/showcase-interview.html

October issue of Pirene's Fountain online now.

Read 'Deep Craft : A Conversation

with Jane Hirshfield by Writer and publisher of Pirene's Fountain Ami Kaye.

Also featured poets; Cynthia Brackett-Vincent, Richard Farwell and Rustin Larson,

http://www.pirenesfountain.com/current_issue.html

A beautiful issue.

Poetry : Current Issue

October 2009, Volume 2 : Issue 6

Chicago

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 18:32:00 -0400

My poem chicago has been recently published with The Glasgow Review.

http://www.glasgowreview.co.uk/

New products alert!

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 10:22:00 -0400

New photo cards with my poetry on them and new 2010 pagan themed calendars and posters for sale

http://www.zazzle.com/celticgirl4*

Curtain Up

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:47:00 -0400

Taken at Beagmore stone circle alignment, between Omagh and Cookstown in County Tyrone.

The morning climbs above the house.

I admire the beauty of the lifting mist.

The bleached horizons above the rooftops;

steam floating of the dewy tiles

like smoke signals.

Winding roads too small for map

marking; cut paths through the county.

The crows and blackbirds

line up on the fence

making the most of the drying puddles

and refilled nut bags; meant for

wrens and robins!

The air blanched of spring with

the odd housefly busying about.

Much too early I think.

As long as the morning light

combs across your face,

as long as the curtains open anew;

there draws the breath of theatre.

Poem published in Turkish S�yleşi �� Aylık Şiir Dergisi

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 15:51:00 -0400

http://soylesipoetrymagazine.com/download-issues/

The Autumn (and first) issue of the Turkish Söyleşi Üç Aylık Şiir Dergisi is now available to download in pdf format or read online as a virtual magazine:

http://soylesipoetrymagazine.com/

This issue centres on the theme of Islands, its contributors ha...iling from the water-locked places of the world, translated into both Turkish and English.

Edited by: Dr. Nesrin Eruysal

Editorial by: Dr. Pete Hay

Poetry by: Pete Hay, İhsan Topçu, Kadir Aydemir, Adnan Adam Onart, Dimitris Lentzis, Dimitris P. Kraniotis, Fatma Akilhoca, Stephanos Stephanides, Immanuel Mifsud, Maria Grech Ganado, Aine Mac Aodha, Drax Ireland, Ray Givans, Sheenagh Pugh, Susan Richardson, Norman Bissell, Christine de Luca, Donald S. Murray, Maoilius Caimbeul, Oddfríður Marni Rasmussen, Hrafn Andres Hardarson, Adalsteinn Ásberg Sigurdsson, Ingunn Snædal, Gerður Kristny & Kenneth Rosen

http://soylesipoetrymagazine.com/download-issues/

My Irish Haiku publications.

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 18:00:00 -0400

Irish Haiku Society of which I am a member is chaired by Anthony (Anatoly) Kudryavitsky, Chairman who is also the editor of Shamrock Haiku Journal, links to this and more below.

http://www.freewebs.com/irishhaiku/poetsm.htm

Book at Amazon

Wed, 27 May 2009 17:39:00 -0400

My book; Where the three rivers meet' can now be purchased at Amazon.com

http://tinyurl.com/p54wwz

A Haven in Mind

Fri, 22 May 2009 08:33:00 -0400

A haven in the mind

This land has molded me

has scolded me like my father

in shades of grief unspoken;

spiritually tethered to it’s acres.

Divided from one another by boundaries

walls, flags, street names and the

isolation of tribal words.

My thoughts often turn inwards.

The landscape of the soul changes

when i wander the Tyrone hills

filling my soul with moss coloured

songs; of how nature always finds a way.

Seasons blend into one another without

much argument; they have a spirit of

their very own and follow it no matter what.

TTQ issue three.

Sat, 02 May 2009 16:29:00 -0400

The Toronto Quarterly – Issue Three is now available at the link below; my poem 'Memories' was published in this issue which I am delighted about..

Also Poetry with, Desi Di Nardo and Stephen Morse. For more on this issue please visit below,

Slainte

Aine.

http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/the-toronto-quarterly-issue-three/6774479

Draiocht (Magic)

Wed, 15 Apr 2009 20:54:00 -0400

Draiocht

Magic happens in the cool waters of healing wells

making the journey under clay; to offer up

cures within its life force.

I’ve seen it as winter blends its end of days

into the arrival of spring. On mountains

and boundaried fields as morning mist

vanishes.

Within myself when i forget the world a while

do nothing except listen to the order of things

or stare into space.

Within the lunar cycles when moon phases

stir the spirit in an ancient way; as it passes

on its journey.

Its there too on the faces of new born babies;

reddened from the delicate path taken

from womb to world, dark to light.

Poem, Heirlooms

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 20:09:00 -0400

A poem I am working on came when decorating the hallway for my daughters wedding that's comming up. she asked me about my mother's 'Willow patterned' plates that sit on the hall unit; saying they looked odd and out of place. A work in progress.

Heirlooms

If willow patterned plates could talk

the stories they would hold

given from mother to mother

words ingrained on the soul.

They would carry tears of an uprising

from the home at Vinegar Hill

Basket women? some called them

mopping their mens blood spill.

They too became fighting women

took allsorts to the men in the fields

hidden in wicker baskets

on the bars of their bicycle wheels.

They sits with friends in the hallway

the pattern now faded to grey

almost a century; come Easter

with a life time of tales to convey.

The Deer's Cry ( St. Patrick Hymn)

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 19:58:00 -0400

"The Deer's Cry"

it is a lorica of faith for the protection of body and soul against demons and men and vices: when any person shall recite it daily with pious meditation on God, demons shall not dare to face him, it shall be a protection to him against all poison and envy, it shall be a guard to him against sudden death, it shall be a lorica for his soul after his decease

I arise to-day
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.

I arise to-day
Through the strength of Christ's birth with His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of Doom.

I arise to-day
Through the strength of the love of Cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In prayers of patriarchs,
In predictions of prophets,
In preachings of apostles,
In faiths of confessors,
In innocence of holy virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I arise to-day
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendour of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.

I arise to day
Through God's strength to pilot me:
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's host to save me
From snares of devils,
From temptations of vices,
From every one who shall wish me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone and in a multitude.

I summon to-day all these powers between me and those evils,
Against every cruel merciless power that may oppose my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul.

Christ to shield me to-day
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that there may come to me abundance of reward.
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every one who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

I arise to-day
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.

My Irish shop

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 17:30:00 -0500

As st. Patrick's day is nearing, I thought you may like to take a look at my shop. It began three years ago as an other outlet to incorporate my poetry and photography. I use my photographs of the Irish landscapes and celtic burial sites and make them into Mouse Pads, cards with my poems in them and large posters, ties....... now will spend more time on my designs and written works. So if you know of anyone who wants to send St. Patrick's Day cards or Irish gifts, point them to my store.

If you want to have a look around then follow the link,

Slainte

Aine

http://www.zazzle.com/celticgirl4

New Poems published

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 16:46:00 -0500

Two of my poems has just been published with, Pirene's Fountain, please visit, you will have a few surprises

Slainte

Aine

http://www.pirenesfountain.com/current_issue/macaodha_aine.html

Book reviewed

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 19:03:00 -0500

Jeffrey Sides Editor of Argotist online, review of my book, Where the Three Rivers Meet, has been published, to view click the link, thanks, Aine.

http://galatearesurrection10.blogspot.com/

Luna

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 19:50:00 -0500

Luna

Losing shadows that follow

from these troubled acres

is hard going at times.

When it’s those same shadows

you seek to understand

what it all came down to.

Three in the morning brings relief;

nature is more calmer and cools

to a creaking lullaby.

Some birds sleep sound.

The urban ones

blether through the night.

The moon solemnly gives orders

to orchestrate the night crawlers

on missions. She casts shadows

in dimly lit corners of the globe.

She’ll never be the sun,

blitzing the crops, warming

the shadows.

But she’ll always be the catalyst,

calling you back to the past.

First published in Argotistonline.

Old Societies

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 14:28:00 -0500

Firs published with Red Pulp Underground Magazine

Old Societies

Rain takes on a silver sheen

thundering past the window,

encouraging the worm to rise.

Already the blackbird furrows

with his yellow beak, knowing

what lies beneath.

I think of pre-historic societies

leaving their stamp on the land in

stone circles, megalithic tombs,

standing stones and raths.

I imagine they were signposts

pointing the safest way ahead

to the nearest village; gathering

points, perhaps. Their own

creations dotted about

the landscape.

I feel a

certain kinship with them—those

who came before.

The worm: I wonder what its

aura holds? What has it come upon

whilst pushing clay,

slipping into worlds unseen?

I wish the rain to cease,

the blackbird to scarper

and the worm to live another day.

Life is but a Dance Through Time

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 14:06:00 -0500

A poem I wrote for the Omagh Arts Festival back in 2002.

Life is but a dance through time.

If the world had no colours or creeds

what a small place it would be –

no differences between you; and me.

No melting pot of spices to savour

food eaten would be devoid of flavour

face would remain the same

no debates, no one to blame.

But life is full of dancing feet

that bloom and bud to a different beat

many expressions, many deeds

out spoken view points and concerning needs.

Blood that flows within us all

remains the same colour, when cut from a fall.

So to accept life’s rhythms with loving intent is

to acknowledges creation and time well spent.