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Author: Nuala O’Connor

Making Soup

by Clodagh O’Brien ‘What did you do now?’ the mother asks. ‘Nothing, I did nothing’, her son says, palms as bowls. ‘That’s not true,’ the…

Land’s End

by Rachael Smart It was a week of high-waisted jeans and sugar eaten on the hoof and kiss musk. I wore a top hat. He…

Umbilicus

by Shane Larkin He soaks up days and air. I nose around in mud with lugworms and little ghosts of things. Cattle are anchored like…

This Time

by Charlotte Reynolds This time we do everything right. We recognise the signs. We take you to a specialist. We buy all the right books…

Sea Monsters

by Susan Triemert Next year when we find out Dad has moved in with his ‘twin family’, our late afternoon picnic will be recalled as…

Room

by Mitch Moore Room was silent, restless, uneasy, an atmosphere that had become the norm. Room was feeling its age today. It cast its eye…