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Linda Whittenberg first connected with Ireland through her beloved Irish grandfather, Will Shannon, with whom she spent her childhood in the Illinois farmland where she was born. As a Unitarian-Universalist minister in the United States, she served congregations in the West before launching her voice as a poet. During Writers’…
Read More »Next By Mark Cote Charlie stood on the sidewalk towards the end of the line. At 55 he looked older than is years having gone almost completely bald in his mid forties. Soon what was left was gray and white, and, coupled with his ever- expanding beer belly one could…
Read More »Boarding School Blues By Louise Peloquin Ch. 13: Reconnecting The day after the bungled film soirée was special. Blanche’s family was coming to visit. It was late October when leaves lay on the ground in an oriental rug pattern of rust, ochre and yellow. Blanche was waiting in the parlor…
Read More »Stuck in Eden By James Provencher At day’s end in late autumn I am sitting on a bench at the edge of Snug Cove where big workhorse tugs dwarf tied up trawlers, the local fishing fleet in Eden on Australia’s far South Coast. Eden’s claimed to be only one of…
Read More »This week Trasna is pleased to present the work of Theresa Jones, whose writing frequently focuses on place, location and dislocation. We open with her reading of her poem, “Bridget or Pat”, which treats of the challenges of her mother’s identity as an immigrant to the UK, and raises the…
Read More »ARMENIAN TROUT By Sean Casey Previously published in Australia in a magazine called Torpedo for a tribute issue to the American novelist, writer and poet Richard Brautigan. As an adult of thirty, I learned of Armenia’s trout from a man named Albert. I had hired Albert to take me on…
Read More »WEARING A FEATHERED WIDE-BRIMMED GRAY HAT, Bob Dylan could’ve been a Mexican balladeer with a new Durango song, bouncing on stage and stamping his whole leg in time to the drum. Ramblin’ Jack Elliot dedicated “Me and Bobby McGee” to Jack Kerouac, who as a kid had played King of…
Read More »Many of us are discovering that the most amazing things can be achieved when people pool their talents and resources, even during a pandemic. Maybe especially during a pandemic. And this week’s post on Trasna, the ‘Radio Drama in a Virtual Realm’ project, is the result of just such a…
Read More »Zwei tote Mäuse (Two Dead Mice) By Mark Cote Mouse shit covered the laundry room floor, like spilled chocolate sprinkles. And all around the dog’s dish, marking their territory. Ballsy little bastards. Late night visits to the kitchen in search of scraps had become routine, one or two at a…
Read More »Boarding School Blues By Louise Peloquin Ch. 12: Camera, Action, Lights After soup, sandwich and recreation, the boarders filed into the spacious hall reserved for choral practice, piano recitals and official ceremonies. A film was replacing study and the excitement was palpable. Although the girls felt like chatting, they remained…
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