Kilkenny
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Rust Remembers
“Look closer. I am made of gaps, Of spaces left unfilled; Like stories spoken half aloud, Like names no stone has held.” Continue reading
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At MacDonagh Junction
“Yet memory moves beneath the stones And through these busy halls.” Continue reading
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The Patina of Grace
Returning to Kilkenny amid grief and dialysis, a worn leather purse becomes a beautiful testament to Benedictine stability, conversion, and the patina of grace. Continue reading
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Adding our verse to the song
From 14th-century Red Book words to Kilkenny’s modern fields: a new Marian hymn born in St Canice’s, capturing centuries of prayer across the Nore. Continue reading
