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A walk around Limerick's boardwalk.

Brightening up the river with their white plumage, the swans are very much part of the Shannon as it flows through Limerick on its way to the wild Atlantic. 113 more words


SHORT STORY: LOVE IS BLIND (written in 2013)

A week after their 40th wedding anniversary, Ivan and Rose Jenkins were sitting in their back garden. It was a beautiful warm summer’s afternoon. She was reading a book and he, in his shades, was deeply thinking of times gone by… 570 more words

Short Fiction

she left of a sunday

She left of a Sunday

Hello is there anyone there

Up here paddy

Is Mary about

No she went out.


Make yourself a cup of tea, 358 more words


Keith Ridgway--Never Love a Gambler (2001) [New Directions Pearl, 2014]

SOUNDTRACK: DakhaBrakha-Tiny Desk Concert #435 (April 25, 2015).

DakhaBrakha are a band from Kiev, Ukraine.  There are four members, one man (unsure how he is dressed because he plays the accordion which covers his body) and three women.  868 more words

Short Story

Whiskey On A Sunday - Journey In Peru

He stood in the doorway of the cafe with all all the magnificence of his Inca descent and the radiance of Machu Picchu in his heart. 659 more words


Spring Forward

It was a small unassuming pot, standing quiet and humble behind the glitzy greens and magnificent magentas stocked by Sophie. “The flowers must be allowed to sing their own song” Margaret would fondly remind her young daughter, but nevertheless, the latest delivery saw even more weird and wonderful brightly coloured ceramic creations push the little brown pot further to the back of their small cottage garden centre. 574 more words


Her Name Was 'Smile' - Journey In Peru

‘Where are you going friend?’. These were the words she spoke to me every single day I crossed the bridge from the ‘arty’ side of town. 657 more words