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Unheralded gem of an Indie movie on . Marmalade. Look it up, enjoy....

Rotten Tomatoes Indie 7.3K likes, 303 comments. "Marmalade Trailer #1 (2024)"

I see they're going after again.
Good luck with that.
"Good luck with that" in Irish, is the phrase is "Go n-éirí an t-ádh leat" (pronounced: gun eye-ree un tawd lat), which ironically means "May success/luck rise with you". It is often delivered with a straight face to imply you believe they will have no such luck at all."
Jimmy Kimmel is good friend of .

"They say the skies of Lebanon are burning
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat,
They’re showing pictures on the television
Women and children dying in the street..."

Long time running, Paul Brady and his wee masterpiece The Island...and still years & years later the skies of Lebanon are burning...

Paul Brady | The Island | The NI Music Prize 2023 Strabane songwriting genius Paul Brady wows the crowd at the Ulster Hall with The Island at the NI Music Prize 2023 where he picked up a well earned Legend A...

Some poems of mine published in the last while. Here's one:

“The snow that comes late, in February”

I know you,
solitary bastard, vaguely late to the party,
never truly there, sitting still, observing.

How you like the snow that comes late in February,
after a failed Valentine’s Day, after all the bills paid,
after the long craving for silence.

There are no tracks in front of you now,
just snowdrifts and stark tree branches,
like before.

You remember the winters in Tipperary,
the black crows sitting still as stones,
high in the tall bare trees, watching you.

Your mother sending you to the butcher shop,
too embarrassed herself to ask for a sheep’s heart,
instead of a parcel of beef or pork.

Your face staying serene through that,
learning to be hushed and alone,
leaving no trace.

I know what you want now:
play shinny on the rink in the park,
take the shortcut and go home,

alone, at last like the forgotten snow shovel
left against the wall
since the first cold notes of winter in November.

I know you. I do.

'John Ahern Doyle is an Irish-born author, poet & playwright in Canada. He worked for the Globe and Mail as a journalist and wrote two non-fiction books. One, The World is a Ball, about his adventures covering soccer, was a bestseller. He wrote poetry in the long-ago and returned to it, with poems published in Canada and Ireland. His play “Shelter” will be staged in 2026. He lives happily in Toronto.'

John Ahern Doyle The snow that comes late, in February I know you,solitary bastard, vaguely late to the party,never truly there, sitting still, observing. How you like the snow that comes late in February,after a f…