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Adrian Duncan A fistful of mushrooms on Arthur's Seat Exhibiting art in Dublin Jaguar versus ostrich Office greeting cards Shapes I understand The only woman I can say for certain that I satisfied The point of calm at the tip of the tree that is itself fully
Alicia Kearney Fingers
Allyson Dowling Draft prefaces for The Flowers Of Evil, by Charles Baudelaire Drugstore stalker
Amelia Mahon On riots, blackouts, and customs officials
B
Barbara Mogerley On a white-bearded man I recognised as God and a six-year-old Queen Mother
Ben Harper and Sean Mullen Blip, or, How two aliens attempting to take over the same planet learned to get along
Brenda McNally An extended glance at my garden, covered in blue plastic
Bryan Butler A very brief history of short animation
C
Carlo Gébler The good and the bad brother
Ciaran Lawless Words for my dear departed self
Clare Watters The Great Wanderings: Odyssean 'excellence in war'
D
Dara Smith Moon River
Donald Mahoney Down by the old Motor Tax Office The death of Johnny Massacre Time that is beyond accounting for
E
Emer Noonan A wand worth a curse
G
Gabriela Ailenei A night and a day A view of the orchestra from the balcony Reading Max Blecher Reflections Semperoper Some thoughts on the impersonal eternal
Gabriela Ailenei (Translator) "Three Solutions," from The Happiness Diary, by Nicolae Steinhardt From The Happiness Diary, by Nicolae Steinhardt From The Happiness Diary, by Nicolae Steinhardt From The Happiness Diary, by Nicolae Steinhardt From The Happiness Diary, by Nicolae Steinhardt From The Happiness Diary, by Nicolae Steinhardt From The Happiness Diary, by Nicolae Steinhardt From The Happiness Diary, by Nicolae Steinhardt)
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Helen Chandler A month of my life and the writing of John Steinbeck Conversations with Max Hook me up to the national grid, and I shall light up the east coast The architect's house The cherries are rubies and the sugar is diamonds
Helen Crawford Airport
I
Inma Lara From One Hundred Bottles in the Wall, by Ena Lucía Portela
J
Jack Layden Tough about your legs
Jaki McCarrick I’ll tell you the name of the greatest living poet
James Bastille Your book is shit
Jane Hughes Estranged Relations
Jeanne Moore An exchange of something with no name
Jessica Howarth The island of boys and girls
Joe McCarthy How a Cambridge man makes an Egg McMuffin Out of the darkening gloom a bedraggled man came swimming to me The guard is singing something lovely, and I am sat in shit
John McAuley Goat In the diner The mulatto Wet season
Julie O'Brien Cloaca
Justin Kidd Cameraman Farm essay #1 In suits with Eric Is this regression? Or, Break-up break-down break-dance breakfast: mental notes, Or, A lounge in space 193 Man afraid of tongue Unfilmable epic
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Karl Lightbody From In the shadow of Burenwurst: sketches from Vienna, by H.C. Artmann
Keith Payne A natural history of instantaneous seduction, by Víctor Balcells Matas First Love, by Víctor Balcells Matas Ratatat: a philosophical discourse on war, by Víctor Balcells Matas
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Leo Boyd Three comics: Bird watchin; The stik man jumpeth; The guru
Louise McCaul Equinox Things in my backyard
Lucy McKenna Fish freezing plant
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Maeve White The Forty Foot
Maria Elner From "The Queen of Spades," by Alexander Pushkin From "The Sorochintsy Fair," by Nikolay Gogol
Martina Conlon How I started writing
Michelle Read Street fishing
Mick Halloran Fishing on a pier two miles from the old Fruit of the Loom plant Haibun Self portrait at night and in daylight Tea and biscuits with Tim Robinson
Mick Halloran (Translator) Ame ni mo Makezu, by Kenji Miyazawa
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Neil Ward Blood test Carbolic Copperfields
Nick Zelasko, Gabriela Ailenei, and Adrian Duncan I am the winding and twisting and mist-spitting god of freedom
Nora Butler From Amras, by Thomas Bernhard The crooked hat (Der schiefe Hut), by Kurt Tucholsky
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Padraig Conaty Fair day
Patricia González Bermúdez From Mist (Niebla), by Miguel de Unamuno (Chapter XXXI Part 1)
Paul Larkin Ibsen the incendiary, unrepentant, insurgent humanist
Paul O'Sullivan On the subject of my life and death The suit I bought in an alleyway for twenty pounds
Paul O’Sullivan On the causes and consequences of an anonymous bomb threat I made against the school that nearly ruined me
Pauric Holleran A brief account of the travails and exploits of a respectable village Activities with a Japanese guy How I hated that rabbit, and how it hated me I want to kiss your bald, over-muscled head
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Rob Hopkins Crackhead From The king of Covil Avenue, Part 2 Learn to play the zither One-man animal holocaust The king of Covil Avenue, Part 3 This is a bigger story now
S
Sarah Callanan Seamless silver mercury
Shane Harrington Repeater
Steve Maher Two comics: Fable: a dog and his dreams; Cordeyceps fungi
Susan Leahy I am mistress of everything Minutos, horas, días, años My obsession with endstations
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Theresa Barnett Meditation on the death of a fish in a park by the sea On discarded shells
Tom Colton Beauty from disposable music
Tristan Burke Seoul diary
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Vera Klute Hair in my soup

Praise for the Workshops

“There are many people who teach creative writing, but in my opinion Greg Baxter is the best we have in Ireland. He always gives brilliant advice, he is consistent, he is rigorous and he is inspiring. There is no better place to go, whether you want to start writing, or continue writing, or improve your writing – fiction or non-fiction – than Some Blind Alleys.
-Carlo Gébler
Author, A Good Day For A Dog

“Greg Baxter’s courses are unlike any other creative writing courses I’ve ever heard of: they are better. If you don’t like being challenged, the Some Blind Alleys courses are not for you. If you do, they may change your life.”
-Brendan Barrington
Editor, Dublin Review
Editor, Penguin Ireland

“Something – maybe a breeze or a hurricane – is happening in Irish writing – when was the last time anyone said that? – thanks to Greg Baxter. His impatience for flimsy writing won’t win him the love of fiction’s shitchurners, but young scribes have taken note.”
-Le Cool