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We left the beds unmade after I saw the time and I yawned to disguise my tears when you looked to the heavens and grassed me up to Mum.

Smell

Smell. It’s always the beginning, and from that comes the name.

First Light

But it is not yesterday; it is now a day later and fortunately I can spare you the deliverance of the self-piteous complaint a day previous…

Padlocks on Bridges

(I had a saturday morning to myself and went ‘into town’ as we say here. These are just some of things that I noticed and for s…

In the Shadow of Cicero

I continue to perform, if just to myself, because I am Bibo of the Collesseo, and this is how I earn my way.

Wasp without any E’s

’I’m not going to no summit’, says Wasp, as his guiding mountainy man pulls on his crampons. / ‘You go on’ /…

The Reader of Bolgán Dearg

‘She kept a journal you know’ / And there it was, the door handle comment that I knew was coming. Her lip chewing gaze diversions, the paus…

Bad Habits die hard

‘Just dip the corners’ / ‘Do you want to do it?… Didn’t think so’. / ’It’ll take too long t…

Bottle Fish

The red numbers of his clock count up as his bedroom night travels lonely and slowly. Felix resorts to pinching and opening his finger and …

Caught.

‘I just don’t like the word, never have, not since the bedtime stories about the bubonic plague’, says Freddie as he finishes cutting the h…

Lucy in the Sky

The guitar riff prevented Lucy from closing the door the third time and from turning the latch to the window once and the cuckoo clock twic…

A Stranger on a Bus

‘Why is the wind green?’, I hear the boy ask the man I presume to be his father. / The boy is referring to what he sees outsid…

Zulu Fly and the Headshaved Barrister

I’m Fly, or Zulu Fly if you want my full title. You may have met me before, and perhaps I’m repeating myself when I remind you that I’m not…

In Conversation – Tattoos

We’re in Sheehans Bar on the Atlantic coast of Galway in the west of Ireland. The rain is pelting horizontally against the windows, and as …

Down to the Water – in Boot Boutique

Eloise is stationary. / Her right foot is heel jiggling on the bicycle pedal, ready for action as her toes tense and tighten against the c…

Where the Pelicans meet the Cormorants

I have a need to return to where we made you, to the warm rocks where we lay. The place where the sun kissed the salt on my skin, and your …

The Fertility Mob

They were called the Fertility Mob. They knew this of course, even though it was a tag only talked of from afar or in whispered sniggers be…

A Simple Plan

The gaps between the jetty boards always seem smaller at this hour, when the sun has been dragged up, struggling to begin her stretch and …

My Favorite Child

I live behind my eyelids more than I used to. It is one of the many new things that I have noticed, that, and the way I don’t climb t…

The Escaping Clairvoyant

‘Do ye need a step ladder or do ye want me to lift ye?, Sergeant Brophy says as the suspect is brought into the interview room by Gar…

Northern Girl

Her skirt rode up her thighs as she sat, just enough to be on the acceptable side of brazen so she didn’t care to tug down. / Her bo…

The Kiss of my Sun

When I was alive, I lived with the Sun. / I rose to her shimmering smile and settled with her fading wink. My day beginning with a circle …
It was a good one ! by Cathal . Toast shares a joke by Cathal .

The Harlot from Kelly’s Field

She posted a letter that took years to compose, and just minutes to write. / Made love in a Mini and damaged her neck. / And walked a scre…

Bye Bye Baby

Hilty watched his knuckles glow white as the vibration of the rivet gun gave way to the prickling creep of a traveling numbness. His finger…

Zulu Fly…and the kiss of Imelda

as I flew in from behind I watched the eyes of those that watched her, and they were smiling.

Zulu Fly…and the Pretty Girl Bench

Zulu Flys are different, we’re story tellers, the fly on the wall that you always want to hear from

Snake Lady

With rhythmic movements she wiped the dust from pristine gloves

The segregated fields of Aran

The sky turned blue again after the murdering famine, and gorged itself with the peace it was allowed to shadow

My sleep comes easy.

As always he was squinting at the horizon when I arrived at the rocks.

I made my own lemonade you know.

My black cobbled cell floor glistens with water at certain times of my day. It reminds me of a deep sparkling pond in a moonlight.
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