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"
Outside it’s autumn, and reds yellows purples and oranges are today’s welcome litter. Now and again they’re sent into a colourful and spirited dance, perhaps at the behest of Four Winds. Inside, the contagion of caffeine triumphs as always over the clientele, who bow their heads in prayer to their cellular Gods. […]Read more "It’s morning, and Conor Oberst is singing"