For fifteen married years, she berated him with logic and reason in a Holy Roman Catholic vocabulary about the afterlife and divine trinity. When he…
You shut the door almost but not quite. Every latch’s lifecycle is limited, a tally attached to tasks. Hardware wears out or breaks. Numbers define…
With a sudden gust, the hat blew off his head and sped on its brim away down the beach. The painter watched it go, brush…
When she is gibbous, I dread. When full, I madden. Waning, she is a jealous old woman. I sew cloaks all day and into the…
Deirtear go gcailltear an duine faoi dhó. Nuair a fhágann an anáil dheiridh do scamhóga agus an splanc dheiridh d’inchinn tá tú marbh. Is cuma…
‘Thall ansin,’ a deirim le Caoimhe, ag díriú mo mhéar ar chúinne iargúlta den áiléar. An bhfeiceann tú an blúire dearg sin taobh thiar den…
Níl tú marbh ach, ag an staid seo, n’fheadar an ndéanfadh sé difear ar bith dá mbeadh tú. Fad is atá do chorp suite ar…
Chonaic mé mo dheirfiúr tráthnóna. Sílim. Bhí sí ag siúl i measc na scaiftí taobh amuigh den phictiúrlann ar Bhóthar Átha Cliath. An ise a…
‘Oíche Dé Sathairn, Tigh Uí Bhriain ag a hocht a chlog is tú breá cluimhrithe’. B’in an méid a fuair mé sa téacs ó Shíle.…
Can you tell us a bit about your relationship with flash? Why it appeals and what frustrates you? I’m usually working on some flash fiction…