Didn’t know if he was a retard or a drunk. He would lurch around Gaelic Park during game days, grinning like an idiot, dribbling onto his filthy cassock. First time I saw him it was a shock. And then his name, which had a funny sound to it: Father McMenamin. The drunk priest, the embarrassment to the whole
Terence Winch has published seven books of poems, most recentlyThis Way Out (Hanging Loose Press, 2014) and Lit from Below (Salmon Poetry [Ireland], 2013). His honors include an American Book Award, the Gertrude Stein Award for Innovative Writing, and a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship. Also a musician and songwriter, Winch has played traditional Irish music all his life.