Rita Ryan on Pery Square

The Sinking Church in Pery Square

Curiosity got us going,
A bunch of seven year olds,
So very bold,
To the sound of ‘into a Protestant church you must not go’,
Echoing in our ears, 
It didn’t help to dispel our fears.

Down Pery Square we went,
Brave as could be, 
Maybe old nick the Devil to see.

Nervously giggling in we went,
Just as the thunder and lightning was Heaven sent,
Up Pery Square how fast we ran, 
Thinking, to confession, to the Bishop we must go,
We knew our mothers were going to say’I told you so’!,
That was back in the long long ago.

– Rita Ryan


Lucey Bowen outside the Old Town Hall Building – Rutland Street

The Old Town Council Building  

Remember: democracy is like these walls, it harkens back to Greece and Rome.
Remember: politics is people discussing how their society should be governed.
Remember: gather in coffee shops, read newspapers, argue.
Remember: to be a citizen in the city is to walk its streets.


– Lucey Bowen

Lucey Bowen’s great great grandfather served on the City Council, 1847-1850, and edited the Limerick and Clare Examiner of the same era.

Photographs by Natalie Woociker:


Christy O’Donnell’s poem on Thomond Bridge

I stood and watched as here they fell,

some jumped freely thinking this life was hell,

mixed up feelings within their head,

lost to the river the floating dead,

memories remain with those bereft,

all were loved before here they left,

on moonlight beams you can hear their song,

in death there is no right nor wrong.

 – Christy O’Donnell


Maire Morrissey-Cummins – Lakeside Dreams (Written in Westfield Park)

Lakeside Dreams


Dusk by the lakeside,

Waters gently lap the shore.

A breeze weaves through tall reeds,

To dance amid soft mountain shadows.


A strawberry moon rises,

Behind a copse of Oak,

Rolling smoky skies.


In the hush of midnight,

Bare branches reach to the stars,

Weaving the falling darkness,

Into a night of dreams.


– Maire Morrissey Cummins

Photos by Radka Bukovska:

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A Revealing Absence

On the outskirts,

Warehouse boulevard.


Only a fool would let it go.


Quick to grab,

Life seems all a hurry.


A chat?


Product information.


Like eating only for nutrition,

An awareness of absence.


A longing to go to Sean’s,

On the corner,

And asking how his father is.