Category Archives: Published Work

Still searching for her, he senses the skyscrapers looming over the street. He’d almost landed a job there once… shortlisted, but came in second.  He’d set his heart on these bijoux residences too but couldn’t quite afford the deposit without … Continue reading →

The earth is an ice-baked, ochre ruin. You notice the colour of the earth when you’re closer to it. In fact, you notice many things when you’re older… like breathing.  You still do plenty of it, but is it enough to … Continue reading →

Gilbert returns from the restroom to discover an empty place opposite his.  She’s done a runner… After the walk of shame back to his seat, avoiding curious glances from other customers, he attacks his overladen plate of bacon, eggs and … Continue reading →

The carousel music echoes nostalgically around the silent buildings overlooking the square. Stranded in their apartments, people stare out remembering a different time, whilst in doorways and alleyways the hooded jackals congregate, staring with bleak eyes at the gaudy flashing … Continue reading →

It’s a church, right?  So a good place. Every Sunday I hunch in the front pew, staring up at his face.  He knows who I am.  I know what he is. Every now and then I’ll take confession, which is … Continue reading →

That walk from the front door to the kitchen –  what, five seconds?  Six or seven at the outside. The Garda trails unwillingly in my wake, shoes squeaking on the linoleum. This exquisite hiatus heralds the passing from one realm … Continue reading →

I like to walk by the river at dawn – it helps me reflect, to see things more clearly. “We were only drifting along, you and I,” he’d said, “not really going anywhere.” That wasn’t the way I’d seen it; … Continue reading →

He thinks he takes from me, and in ways that do not matter, he does. In reality, of course, I take from him.  Much more. He does not understand symbiosis. Not yet.  And when he does, he may be too … Continue reading →

The great lummox shifts uneasily at my door. “Sithee…” He grips his cap like a shield, rotating it through calloused fingers. “Sithee, I’ve 42 cows, 20 acres, and 16 sheep.  Tha’ll want fer nuthin’…” Seemingly appalled by his own effrontery, … Continue reading →