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A Haunting

Prologue I used to think ghosts were frightening. On TV, they were inevitably Victorian, dressed in black and wafting around graveyards or creaking...
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A Slip of the Mother Tongue

Dialect of my mother - burbled from rain-sodden currents in Derry’s Foyle, meltwater brogue of bogs, fairies and goblins, smoky with bacon, whiskey...

Goodbye George

‘Goodbye lovely Boy’, John strokes the horse’s neck; breathes him in. ‘We tried everything’, he ruffles his wide hand over the black mane. Asks his...

Silk Moths’ Secrets (for Nobel prize-winner Adolf Friedrich Butenandt)

Party Member 3716562 calculated bomber pilots’ oxygen uptake, surrendered human sex hormones to crystalline, drawn to female silk moths’ volatile...

No Good News

Grey dawn with builder’s tea and buttered toast my computer eyes the dark world for sewer stories that stick like burrs. The woman who axes her...