I made dinner. That was all. That was all it took for the headache to return. Not the kids, not Frankie wrecking my nerves with YouTube shorts blaring. I had no underlying illness as far as I knew. Nothing weird that I could have inherited. Nothing. It just started. The mental traffic was there though. … Continue reading Disturbed
family
Where does it end?
At twenty-one degrees Celsius, Máire's blood was still simmering. It did not seem to matter how much or how cold the water, and at that point she must have swallowed an entire well. The fear of drinking too little far outweighed any concern for what might happen as a consequence of drinking too much. And, … Continue reading Where does it end?
Rethinking Pink?
I know, I know - "Another Brick in the Wall" isn't about bricks in a literal sense, and neither will this post be . . . entirely. I do however, want to loosely add my own two cents to some of the deep-cutting messages behind this iconic song (or at least, what I've interpreted), and … Continue reading Rethinking Pink?
Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
There was a placelessness to it, which I liked best about it - the Way of the Cross. It somehow did not appear to belong any more than I did. With all of its winding bends of yew trees and rhododendrons, wild fuschias and brambles with glistening glossy blackberries, I could lose myself. I could … Continue reading Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
Piggy in the middle
On a poor man’s pig farm, in a cozy pen, there lived a large sow and her thirteen piglets. There was nothing spectacular or magical about their existence – no benevolent spider to tell their tale, or ravenous wolf howling at their door threatening to steal them in the night. They were pigs like any … Continue reading Piggy in the middle
A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
We bury our dead as we sing of tomorrow, and mourn for our fallen whilst we dream of a hero. The lights of our city won't warm us tonight, and kindness is scarce among those who fear for their lives. The brave and bold now peaceful and cold can't hear the cries of their children … Continue reading A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
Waste not; want not
An underrated phrase which needs no embellishing and would ideally make a meaningful impact on the minds of all who claim to be on the side of helping the planet, the poor, or ideally both. Yet in our day-to-day housekeeping habits, perhaps more of us including myself, are less disciplined in this moral code than … Continue reading Waste not; want not
Put on a happy face
My family and friends have never seen me smile naturally. I do not do it to be deceitful; I just feel pressured to keep up appearances. It is what most people expect from you. It reassures them you are not about to lash out or to suddenly take a bite out of their arm. If … Continue reading Put on a happy face
La città
I walk through sun-baked stony alleyways,And overhear the buzzing of Italian voicesin their kitchens and dining rooms.Something is always stirring –what better time to discuss it than over lunch? I hear them humming in their hives,Chattering, gossiping, and laughing.If their queen is content,Why should there be any reason for them to stop? Still, a storm … Continue reading La città
Ardent Writing 