Sunset streaks the sky over Dublin Bay. I wonder where you are mo rúnsearc. My mind is becalmed as the flat sea. Without direction, a purpose lost, drifting, wounded.
Dreams are composed of wispy notions. Once a heady elixir, they Continue reading Salthill
Perhaps I am a coward after all. I stop. Bent over and pushing the rifle against my thighs just above my knees, I heave great breaths of air into my lungs and force them back out. My side stitch has returned, like a hot knife, lancing me through the side. The agony is excruciating. It is some measure of what I deserve, I think. Continue reading Where Trees Meet Sky
Inside, a warm yellow light flickered across the tiled floor. He dried the plate with the old dish towel. Out the kitchen window, the black threatening clouds of the cold front edged across the sky. A storm was coming. Continue reading Something Blue