admin @ March 28, 2010 # No Comment Yet
The sign says ‘mind your handbag and belongings at all times’. Inside the church the women have shopping bags and care-worn faces. Each of them is here alone with god. I am here looking for Hynes.
He may not have believed. I don’t. Dreary coughing, the smell of wholesale cleaning fluids, tap-tapping boots under the […]
admin @ November 27, 2009 # No Comment Yet
I drove across Ireland today beneath quilted clouds of grey. The only other colour in the world was green, and that was drenched in gloom.
Spits of wind lifted leaves onto the car. There was no swirling. From plough-black fields lone crows rose and fell. Above Strokestown hundreds of jackdaws swarmed. On village main streets solitary […]
admin @ April 17, 2009 # One Comment
My local swimming pool is beyond the woods, beside the school, surviving the 21st century.
Someone has defecated and neatly wrapped the result in black togs. It’s in the showers now, prone and glistening, it’s odour a fresh contrast to the scent of stale urine.
The mens’ changing room is often full of harassed women. They […]