Author Archives: Sharea H.

My moleskin is full. At the start of every semester I buy one moleskin for every class. I keep class notes, writing and ideas all from that one notebook. There are semesters, or classes when the notebook is lost, or … Continue reading →

I knew that the Armagh Project’s final week would be attending the John Hewitt Festival in Armagh. I’d heard that it’s a blending of culture, creativity and politics to help facilitate the move of Ireland and it’s people forward. I … Continue reading →

The first day of the John Hewitt Society International Summer School was a success! It was interesting to hear the blend of politics and creativity come together in an opening lecture by Lord Steele. In all actuality, my favorite part … Continue reading →

I picked up the Belfast Telegraph from June of this year and found a theme that I’ve been working with through my time here in Ireland. I’ve seen a few articles that are have touched on issues like racial identity … Continue reading →

It’s been a long time since I’ve been a part of any rehearsal process. I have vague memories of my memorization and performance process from performing poetry on stage. As a matter of fact, I have had very limited practice … Continue reading →

I think about my audience often. Since I am attempting to convey a moment in usually brief verse, I pay close attention to language. I understand that language and familiarity with certain images comes from the readers environment and surroundings. … Continue reading →

There isn’t a lot of difference in Armagh. Actually, I believe our project brings a signifiant amount of multiculturalism to the town this year. So, when someone brown pops up I take notice. As we walked into the bus station … Continue reading →

Often, I think that as writers we can stand as observers to the world around and record what’s happening. More and more I’m finding that I don’t have that luxury. I wonder what drove Martin Lynch to no longer be … Continue reading →

the bathroom line at temple bar united the americas. the two girls between us three, were from south america. when we north americans, finished belting tina turner we introduced ourselves, with the same drunken boldness that incited the sing along. … Continue reading →

So we’re leaving Dublin today.  I’ve had the pleasure of sharing my Dublin space with the lovely Dominique and Bryonna, our lone window faces the back of the buildings surrounding the hotel. At first glance I didn’t think much of … Continue reading →