Daddy’s Girl

I remember the first time I laid eyes on you, mo leanbh, your face crimson with rage as you screwed your eyes tight and screamed the place down, your anger a cluttered cacophony of shrill sounds laden with accusations. ‘What a powerful set of lungs,’ I thought, deafened by adoration. I remember the first time…

Lost Property

Your coat, heavy with your scent still hangs on a hook in the hall. Like Cerberus, it guards my door so that every time I cross the threshold, There you are. You linger on, Your presence undiminished after all these months, Occasionally stopping me in my tracks, Propelling me back in time as I stand,…

January Challenge

I’ve never understood why January seems to be so universally hated. Surely it’s a good thing to ponder your past misdeeds and mistakes to inform your future actions? With the advent of ‘Dry January’ and all the other punishments people like to serve upon themselves, the world seems intent on making January as miserable as…

Surplus to Requirements

                Marius stands impotent. His delicate neck cranes high into the sky. Behind, his family wait in regimented lines. Motionless; conditioned – Helpless. Beneath them all, the world carries on as Marius awaits his fate. Some will stop and gaze, watching the spectacle so they can say “I…