A Dublin dining experience.
We were never going to make a difference. I wasn’t going to be someone who somebody else would look to emulate. Quite simply; there are great minds out there that look at the convolution and see clarity. You could sit them next to me and make us both read a book, say, The Art of […]Read more "Cigarettes & Alcohol"
A short post on getting along with self-doubt.Read more "Snuggling Up to Self-Doubt"
A short story.Read more "Photographs"
There are moments when I stop and think about the mornings. Looking back, that was probably my favourite time of day. She’d come into the kitchen, eyes tired but brain wired — excited for what lay ahead. She’d kiss the back of my neck while I prepared our breakfast: Peanut Butter Porridge She’d […]Read more "Peanut Butter Porridge"
It comes on slowly, gently at first. Afters years and years, after fears And arrears and tears. It comes on slowly. And on a day like any other, The wind arrives. And the kite is airborne.Read more "Kite"
We were, the two of us, parked on a rock each, looking out at Galway Bay on a mild August night. Drunk and merry, drunk and pensive, but in those few hours happy. Strolled along, or staggered, after winning a score on the slots (or was it fifty?) and our girlfriends were left behind […]Read more "The Closest We’ve Been"