You. You are the rock I can cling to in stormy seas. You are my lighthouse and my life-boat. You keep me safe and guide me home. You stop me…
You missed a call from me, I said, when he finally called me back. Three, in fact. Sorry, he said. Was busy. Of course, that got my back up, because…
Root crops are always manured, and the kind and quantity of the manure used and the modes of applying it vary with the soil, climate and the success of the…
The music lifts and soars, dips and soars, until the piano is in the forest and the forest is white with snow. Still the pianist’s fingers stroke and press, stroke…
The walls creep in to meet you. The door tightens in its frame. The windows, once large enough to let the outside in, shrink with every day that passes. They…
My insides feel as if I have swallowed my bag of juggling balls. They tumble inside my stomach, piling up ready to burst out through my throat. Now they stick…
The Reflective Piece The Stranger Who Shot My Family is a real account of my journey between my English home (where I’m from) and my Irish home (where I live…
We are delighted to announce that the Mullingar Literary Festival returns this summer, taking place from Thursday July 3rd to Saturday July 5th, once again at Caffreys Bar. Following the…
That sounds like me. From a young age, I lay in bed while my siblings slept beside me, pondering God. I was raised in a Catholic home, so God was…
He firmly locked the front door. Suzie screamed, followed by the rumble of the van’s engine and the crunch of the tyres on gravel as he drove away from the…
