Father and son troubles…
It was Raymond’s suggestion. I had never really understood art, so I was never very inclined to visit art galleries. I can appreciate the colours, the skill; the talent … Continue reading It’s Art, Duh!
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.
The mother (i) My mother calls while I’m in the middle of editing a piece that’s to run in a tabloid. I pick up, because she’ll keep … Continue reading Conversations with Family Members (and the Bits In-Between).
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.
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, … Continue reading Kite
In the supermarket I purchased a pound of laughter when the checkout girl hollered over the PA for a price-check on “asshole customers” In the supermarket I purchased a … Continue reading In the Supermarket
A man tries to quit smoking