The Night John Prine DiedI hadn’t spoken to a soul for twenty-six days. That was a lie of course. I had spoken to souls. I’d spoken to Erin, I’d spoken to the…Apr 11, 2020Apr 11, 2020
Pistachios In AlleywaysThe city is silent aside from the beggars and thieves squealing below. Nobody is on the streets besides they. Not at this hour, no. You…Mar 23, 2020Mar 23, 2020
Moorfield Under 7sThe bar was empty. Besides myself and Daryl. He’d just knocked off the front lights warding away potential drinkers passing in the night…Mar 11, 2020Mar 11, 2020
Selfie: Part OneIt was a cool crisp morning in Pimlico and Will Self was googling his own name. The morning hadn’t started like that, that would be insane…Mar 6, 2020Mar 6, 2020
Shagging.Shagging was second nature to em. I don’t know how they did it. Honestly. They’d be shagging about six times a day, which once in a blue…Feb 17, 2020Feb 17, 2020
At ManullaMcBride stood at Manulla Junction. An eternal purgatory between everything and nothingness. Skiddernagh is where McBride stood…Feb 13, 2020Feb 13, 2020
Train to Manulla JunctionIs it about a bicycle? One of the greatest opening lines in all literature. Alive or dead. Though on this awfully peculiar morning, this…Feb 12, 2020Feb 12, 2020
