Christmas in the Forest
Once upon a time there was a carpenter, his wife and their two children, Jessie and Jarlath, who lived in a village by the forest. Each year at Christmas time,…
Once upon a time there was a carpenter, his wife and their two children, Jessie and Jarlath, who lived in a village by the forest. Each year at Christmas time,…
Each morning in the polar bear section of the zoo, just before opening time, Mother polar bear would comb Baby polar bear’s white coat, while Daddy polar bear rested in…
Seeing is not believing, seeing is the wonder of noticing the cherry tree in blossom, the foxglove purple and preening on the ditches between Kinnegad and Milltownpass; seeing is confidence…
She was told by Annabelle, that Fabian was a very charming man, and that they would get on well together. They met at an office party. It was one of…
Diary Entry on the 11.30 Train to Dublin My mother told me a story when I was a teenager, and it has been going around in my head all day.…
Stone upon individual hand-masoned stone, feet and knee-smoothened, buckled grey and black, each locked into the other, until this space encloses to silence. Footsteps outside on crunching gravel, a lawnmower,…
I planted a Cherry Blossom at the end of the garden, the early morning summer sun sang upon it, and the autumn rain stroked its delicate branches. Somehow it speaks…
With a chipped enamel bucket my Granny would send me up to the well-field. “We’ll have that for the spuds,” she’d say. And I would step down onto the worn…
We became friends on Facebook nearly a year ago. Over that time both of us discovered that we had similar tastes in music and books, and of course, sports. We…
Persecution, says Bloom, all the history of the world is full of it. Perpetuating national hatred among nations. What is your nation, if I may ask, says the citizen. Ireland,…