Cover of Vol 5, Issue 1: Language and Languages |
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| Editors | Chris Agee, Cathal Ó Searcaigh |
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| Categories | Literary magazine |
| Frequency | Biannual |
| First issue | 2002 |
| Country | Northern Ireland |
| Based in | Belfast |
| Language | English and Irish |
| Website | http://www.irishpages.org |
| ISSN | 1477-6162 |
Irish Pages: A Journal of Contemporary Writing is a literary magazine published in Belfast and edited by Chris Agee and Cathal Ó Searcaigh. It was launched in 2002 and appears biannually.
The journal regularly publishes articles related to Belfast and Northern Ireland generally, as well as works with a more international view. It prints both established and previously unpublished writers. According to the Irish Pages website
Its policy is to publish poetry, short fiction, essays, creative non-fiction, memoir, essay reviews, nature-writing, translated work, literary journalism, and other autobiographical, historical, religious and scientific writing of literary distinction. There are no standard reviews or narrowly academic articles. Irish Language and Ulster Scots writing are published in the original, with English translations or glosses.
Irish Pages has grown considerably since its inception in 2002, with a print run that has now risen to 2800, and an international audience. It receives subscriptions from all over Europe, Asia, Australia and North and South America.
Read more about Irish Pages: Political Outlook, Regular Features, Contributors, Editorial Staff, Other Publications From Irish Pages, Related Events, Global Literary Network
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