THE PRICE OF BEING WILD

  Sometimes morning breaks before the hold has found the frost. We wake dizzy- flung into field where dawn’s breath corners all that has been fearless but will soon fall to fragile- breath becomes touch becomes dew becomes done running down the blade of grass regardless of how much it will cut. Sometimes morning breaks […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE BLIND ASSASSIN

  A Short Horror Story. I don’t remember what happened before, no clue as to who I was, what I was, but afterwards, everything that happened afterwards is a completely different story, because when you open your eyes after death, you discover a whole other way of living. Tick tock, tick tock. There is darkness […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; STILL ACHING

  A Short story of Horror I’d been back a month, the city of light they called it, Paris and all its lovers, everyone hand in hand, lips locked like they were lynching the breath from each other and there I was, alone. It had become my city of shadows; dark, devious and doomed. Why […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE STILLNESS IN THE BARN

  A short tale of fancy and fear. And so he waved back, and, as if brushing back the years, he remembered when they cycled through the lanes together, well, not exactly together, but in their group; he was there and she was there, though, in truth, it was not this particular woman, the woman […]

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GPO for Poetry Day Ireland

  It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… General Post Office 1 Beneath the pillars of your past, I posted letters between […]

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HUNGER, A SHORT TALE OF HORROR

  The Man. The morning was a challenge from the offset. One of those days when I should’ve stayed in bed; the milk had curdled in the crippled cardboard carton so my coffee was black and bitter before I accidentally downed half of it over the front of the shirt I’d spent too long pressing […]

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GPO, PAST POST, POETRY DAY IRL

  A Poem about the GPO, Dublin’s iconic General Post Office a site that’s seen more than just letters of love in its time… for Poetry Day Ireland 27th April 2017   1 Beneath the pillars  of your past,  I posted letters  between your walls  and wondered  if they rubbed up against  the souls of your […]

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