The April 8th launch of this anthology is the culmination of three years' work by twenty-two Irish writers. Suzanne Power and John McKenna have been our guides and mentors on the Two Roads course run by NUI Maynooth in Kilkenny. This is a paperback of 200 pages containing short stories and opening chapters of novels. The book will be available at the launch and in good bookshops throughout the South East of Ireland. (Also UK pre-order through amazon.)
Yours truly has featured with opening chapters from The Baptist and I'm a bit nervous as I have to read at the launch. Not nervous because of the showmanship (I'm karaoke king!) but because The Baptist is a bit risqué. If you plan to attend then don't be put off by that or by the 'Theology Hall' venue - there'll be wine!
Suzanne, John and the team have edited and produced a very professional anthology.
Suzanne Power is an Irish journalist and published author of several works of fiction and non-fiction. Her latest offering Angel Journey is a beautifully written book that draws you gently yet very persuasively into one woman's honest and deeply sincere journey through the realm of spirit.
John MacKenna is a playwright, broadcaster and published author of several works of short stories, fiction and non-fiction. His recent novel The Space Between Us is a disturbing and shocking story of relationships, deftly told.
A closing thought: have you taken the right road?
The Road not Taken
by Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.
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Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.
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