Naked, afraid, alone. Captain Francisco de Cuéllar found himself on an Irish beach one Autumn morning…
Learning Irish in Madrid with Pop-Up Gaeilge
I went back looking for my lost language.
A gasp followed by a gulp – A Poem
Melancholic Celts surrounded by happy Spanish people… ah, it’ll be grand.
Coda – A Poem About Isolation
A poem about walking around the city, through the different parts and around the different people.
An Irishman Playing the Alboka: Irish & Basque Music
The amazing connection between Basque and Irish music
Saints & Bullsh*tters – A Short Story
A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine.
Saints & Bullshitters – A Short Story
A story that will be published in a forthcoming magazine – Saints & Bullshitters.
Talking Terraces: The Best 3 Spots in Madrid
The terrace culture is Madrid.
Lavapiés is home to you and me
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés. This wash feet barrio does exactly that; uncharacteristic raindrops, characteristic pissing from homeless people, […]
Lavapiés Stories: Home to You and Me
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés, but it’s another yarn in a list of Lavapiés stories. This wash feet barrio […]