Boyne Berries Editor Orla Fay

About the contributor

Orla Fay is the editor of Boyne Berries Magazine. Recently her poetry has appeared in Cyphers, Hennessy New Irish Writing in The Irish Times, Three Drops from a Cauldron, The Bangor Literary Review and Poetry Ireland Review. She has work forthcoming in Impossible Archetype and the incubator. She has been shortlisted for The Dermot Healy International Poetry Award, The Red Lines Book Festival Poetry Award, The Over the Edge New Writer of the Year Competition and The Jonathan Swift Creative Writing Award. Recently she completed a M.A. in Digital Arts and Humanities. She blogs at http://orlafay.blogspot.com/

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