Excavatum

A black comic fantasy about grief, belief, sex, and ritual

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A Chromatic Fantasia

Bach Chromatic Fantasia and Fugue in D Minor Gyorgy Sandor, Piano WALTER: ‘I found myself with the Red Army in 1934 just as they were about to start...
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Autobiography of a Charismatic Leader

‘So do you have a title for your memoir yet?’ Walter asked Geissel. They were standing at port bow gazing up at the tin foil sky and the tin machines...
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Chastity Bent

Hundreds of little and some large islands were moving towards them, the smooth drifting ice pack, and collectively it was blocking Dolores Costello’s...
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Dolores Costello

Dolores Part 1
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Eulogy Mood

Bubbles of rank and direct-from-the-beard beer landed on Stinson’s face when Masterson noticed too the strange couple, and his accompanying outburst...
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Freshwater Hedonism

‘How many languages do you speak, Grimur?’ ‘Three of them very well. Faroese, English, Danish. But I speak also a little fish -Swedish, fish -...
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Katrine and Walter

Her phrasing reminded him of home, but there were inflections in the accent that indicated she was not Irish. And why would she be? She had perfected...
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Letter to the Editor

Letter to the Editor Irish Press June 19, 1952 Sir – I am writing to you with regards the review which appeared in your recent publication, written...
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Manhandled

He was in a museum. So was Orla. She was across the room from him. She hadn’t seen him. She was looking at the other exhibits. Soon she would have to...
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Prayer For The Birds

As Littlewood steered Dolores away from Jan Mayen in a north-easterly direction, and the volcanic isle left their sights, they became aware that a...
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Sideshow

Part 13
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Terrapins Drop

‘Visualise those little hairs on your fingers quivering as a covert wind runs over them. It’s the same wind in your mind making the terrapins drop...
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Tiara

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Aurora

‘Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o’er the plains And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains. Glo--ooo--oori—a In excelsis...
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Our Lady Marina

Masterson thought he had nailed that lid down good, but evidently he had not. During the unplanned soar, the leather straps that held Mrs. Juhl in...
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Oaves

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And Dolores Sailed On

The indignation appeared to leave Littlewood’s eyes – but not entirely; after he calmed down and lowered the weapon, the Captain quietly returned to...
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'Til Funerals

‘And on she goes Yes she goes On she goes yes she goes Until funerals She loved her man well Whose wrongs would she tell Don’t tell no Don’t tell ‘...
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Blue Hills

Silently sailing on, sailing. Silence in the sea. Silence in the world. Except a soft crackling sound that grew around them, the sound of the ice; on...
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Whisht

‘I’m not English.’ ‘Irish, English – you’re all the same.’ There was Katrine’s bold effrontery once again. Stinson realised she would always have it...
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Not Not To Be