Original Painting by Laurence Meehan
After
After every low Comes a high After every tear Comes a smile After the dark Comes the light After the sadness Comes delight After bad Comes good After death Comes…
Original Painting by Laurence Meehan
L♡ve
Love is more than a feeling. You feel it, sure. But it has much more meaning. Love creates a bond. That goes far beyond.. anything we understand. Can quantify…
Chemtrails
I lived and lovedin lives that changed,mingled in some desperate darkness,watched sun break over chemtrails. After every down, I found an upwhen I felt defeat and despair.Sometimes unforeseenwas the warmth…
Original Photo - Image Source - Edit by Laurence Meehan
Bob Williamson
Bob Williamson lived at number 42, and he looked like the sort of man people crossed the road to avoid. A murderer, a paedophile, or something equally menacing—at least, that’s…
Photo by Chalabala
Christmas in Dublin
It’s Christmas again without you.I am far now from where I grew—those cobbled streets under my shoe,“wrapping paper, five for a pound,”called by street traderson Moore and Henry Street too.…
Photo by Laurence Meehan
Make it like a memory
And there it was, in a thousand piecesfrom only one plane. It crashed to the floor,and my heart the same. An emblem—not of a machine,but of a figure and a…
Photo by dmytros9
The Christmas Killer
Detective Harry Ford sat motionless at his desk in the LAPD homicide unit late that Christmas Eve. Staring at the page with one name on it. He should have been…
Photo by Peggy Marco
The Sweetest Thing
Perry Gilmore was forty-two and lived alone in the Harrington Building beside Central Park. On the afternoon of July 10th, 2017, Perry stood on his balcony and said his final…
Photo and Original Paintwork by Luisbaneres
Artificial Malevolence
B-there! Industries Inc. are located on the famous California State Route 1 — not too far from McDonald’s, the universal glowing signpost of capitalism. You can’t miss the turn. They…
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay
The echo of a soul
I used to design interfaces—clean ones, elegant ones. But I never expected to become one. It started with a question, late one sleepless night in my apartment overlooking the Hudson.…