Monday Presumably there was something within my father—something that shook him awake at night, poked at his bowels daily, reached out of his mouth and slapped him in … Continue reading Something’s Gotta Be Done (Part One)
A boy wakes up to his reality.
He thought to himself that there was no such thing. “There’s always a job to do,” he’d say. And he was right. If ever a neighbour needed his … Continue reading Jobless
A Dublin dining experience.
A short story.
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 … Continue reading The Closest We’ve Been