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
Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
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.
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
