JP LoftusThe 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…7 min read·Apr 11, 2020----
JP LoftusPistachios 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…5 min read·Mar 23, 2020----
JP LoftusMoorfield 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…8 min read·Mar 11, 2020----
JP LoftusSelfie: 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…8 min read·Mar 6, 2020----
JP LoftusBest Day Of My Fucking Life“Hi, I’ve got an appointment with Mr. Hardcock?”8 min read·Feb 28, 2020----
JP LoftusShagging.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…3 min read·Feb 17, 2020----
JP LoftusAt ManullaMcBride stood at Manulla Junction. An eternal purgatory between everything and nothingness. Skiddernagh is where McBride stood…18 min read·Feb 13, 2020----
JP LoftusTrain 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…10 min read·Feb 12, 2020----