Author Archives: Allie Vugrincic

There will come a time very soon when my feet will once again be planted on United States soil, and someone will ask me with more enthusiasm than my weary body can bear, “And what of Ireland?” “What of it?” … Continue reading →

Today I read a poem.  Actually, I read two of my own creation at the John Hewitt Summer School’s first open mic night.  The proceedings for choosing the order in which the twenty-some amateur poets read their work was quite … Continue reading →

Another day at the Hewitt brought on poems, fiction readings, and a marvelous one-woman play directed by Belfast playwright Martin Lynch, who much to my happy surprise, remembered me from our earlier meeting and offered a friendly greeting this afternoon.  … Continue reading →

Tonight, my peers and I performed the pieces we’ve been working on for the past three weeks.  It’s a strange idea—we came to Ireland with no idea what we would create, some of us even with misconceptions about the genres … Continue reading →

I don’t like crowds. Even so, as I walked into the Marketplace Theatre today, it was nice to know I was in a crowd of writers. Sure, there was a bit of cringing and backing into corners involved, but eventually … Continue reading →

Armagh is not new anymore.  Whenever our eclectic little group wanders off to another city for a day or a weekend, we start to talk about going home, and though we miss the states, it is to Armagh we refer, … Continue reading →

Most of my play rehearsals this week have ended with me writhing on the ground, but I guess that’s to be expected when the written word comes to life.  When I saw the photos of me acting today, I cringed … Continue reading →

I remember the first time I performed on stage.  The small stage in my high school cafeteria felt much too big when I stood upon it, and the light that poured over me in waves blinded me to everything but … Continue reading →

In my search to find a newspaper article of interest to fulfill today’s blog requirement, I discovered several amusing stories. There was, for example, an anchor stolen from a boat one county over from Armagh which was valued around one … Continue reading →

22 miles of biking under my belt, and I was breaching the city limits of Belfast after a long daytrip up to Carrickfergus and back. It’d been spitting rain for the past eight miles, I was rather regrettably without a … Continue reading →