A recent trip to Berlin, via Easy-jet and German literature, made a deep impression on me.
Irishman in Berlin: A Short Story
A gasp followed by a gulp – A Poem
Melancholic Celts surrounded by happy Spanish people… ah, it’ll be grand.
Lonesome ESL Teacher
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
Lonely ESL Teacher
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
The Crashing of Shields & Teaspoons
Normally, I give context to the piece. This time, I’ll let the poem speak for itself.
Coda – A Poem About Isolation
A poem about walking around the city, through the different parts and around the different people.
The Pigs Are Dead: Hipster Sausages
Hipster sausages, hipster prices – it’s all food for thought. Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
The Pigs Are Dead
Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
Saints & Bullshitters – A Short Story
A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine – Saints & Bullshitters.
Saints & Bullsh*tters – A Short Story
A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine.
Summer of 1969: Seamus Heaney in Madrid
It was by pressing hard against a pen, and not guitar strings, that his fingers bled.
Surreal Ideas & Irish Stories in Madrid
It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy… let’s go exploring! Calvin & Hobbes
