A Net Depends On Its Knots
My arse was born before my head. I’m told I shouldn’t remember, but I do. …
Browsing: Fiction
Fiction: Train Station
Awarded one of the Tidiest Towns in the nation, the place was profoundly inept and…
The Daymaker
For my Aunt Josie. Mamma died today, last year, at this very hour. I took…
Automated Spirits
They’ve been protesting now for three weeks outside the closed factory. I have to walk…
Beautiful Things
I see everything as if it were under a magnifying glass, so clear that it…
The Communist’s Daughter
In the morning before waking, I dream of vast empty plains of flatland and red…
Head Shop
Tedium was tip tapping on the pane of Gibbo’s day, the hours slouching into another…
Winter When Thy Face is Hid
I was so tired, Tuesday night. Don’t sleep well when I get that tired. I…
La Petite Mort
Hannah sat deep in thought waiting for the reception room’s red light to turn green…
Spent Batteries
The shop sign was in a Youghal side street, and it said Afro Crafts and…
DUMAINE
“I’m leaving.” “Oh?” “Yes. I’m moving on. Been puttin’it off, but gotta go today.” “Baggage…
ACME
The Jehovah’s Witnesses were driving me crazy with their too-polite knocks and damnation pamphlets. Maybe…
Nimbus At the Green Border
Cyprus, 1965 The lads of the 42nd Infantry Battalion sat slumped on the Land Rover’s…