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I Read of Your Death

I read of your death: a sentence
buried among paragraphs of nothing
in particular. I staggered like a drunk,

taking a punch. Losing you,
though I’d never possessed you, 54 more words


Introducing Mr. King

Well, I’m 25,000 words into my next novel and it looks like a two year project, which is fine by me. I’m writing it long hand. 483 more words


A Ghost

For a time I lived on stolen milk,
and crusty rolls of fresh-baked bread,
delivered to the still sleeping
doorsteps of the city. I devoured, 31 more words


Soul Singer

This story was inspired by a confrontation I witnessed between the drummer and the singer of a band on the Dublin scene about twenty-five years ago. 1,151 more words

Indie Fiction

No. 13 Baby

This story appeared first in venerable Irish literary journal The Stinging Fly. Thanks to editor Declan Meade for having me in his pages. 


No. 13 Baby… 1,524 more words


This poem goes back quite a bit, fifteen years or so at least. Not sure if it was ever published or not. If anyone finds it in an old journal or anthology do let me know. 129 more words

Roddy Doyle--"Box Sets" (New Yorker, April 14, 2014)

SOUNDTRACK: SIMONE DINNERSTEIN-Tiny Desk Concert # 360 (June 2, 2014).

Simone Dinnerstein plays several of Bach’s two-part inventions.  And my jaw hits the floor. 617 more words

New Yorker