love and truth

too many 'answers' - not enough questions maybe

Mr. Feeney's Birthday Party

Mr. Feeney yawned and looked around the room. It was time for coffee. He pressed the required buttons and the machine creaked into action, pouring steam out under the little Perspex hatch.

On the Famine Ridges, Garrafrauns, County Galway

Weak shadows moving up shallow trenches angry fists beating the anvil earth

No Moses Child

(I.M. Mike Costello) In the rushes he was found. No Moses child Face down in brown water. Troubled mind Watery crucifixion for a broken will His Dolarosa*, the boreen** down the hill

The Mulberry Bush

Counting out an abacus of small conceits on the chains of broken out beasts
Poem of the week

One Driver Escaped Uninjured

the clink of glasses striking a tinder heart

The Gesture

Stanley had a neighbour. Towards the eve of his 52nd birthday, this neighbour became the predominant focus of his life – he used the neighbour as a bookmark of his aspirations.
Cherry

WDS-Tuesday was Quite Odd

Or was it Mrs Burton’s revenge for him stepping on Sprinkles?
Story of the week

The Complete Confounded Letters, plus a new one.

Do the Gods have dreams? But then you cannot blame them.

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