Dúnann Aoife doras na cairte agus brúnn cnaipe na heochrach chun glas a chuir uirthi. TosnaÃonn sà ag siúl sÃos an cnoc i dtreo tigh…
Bhà an phrÃomhshráid lom agus cuma nÃos sceirdiúla uirthi ná riamh. Nà raibh duine ná deoraà le feiceáil ar an gcosán. Nà raibh carr ar…
Lá Caille Rún na hathbhliana – dul amach ag siúl gach lá. Tá MuirnÃn ag éirà leisciúil. Agus mise, leis. Téimid chomh fada leis an…
He wasn’t her preferred genre but she liked to try all types. The preview promised plenty: action-packed romance in California-esque sunshine. Hedonistic Hollywood-style nights. She…
We started at her shins. Below us, limestone toes sank joyfully into the sea-marsh at Murrisk. I was confident, a bright pilgrim stepping beside you…
In the oranged air a widow rubs the furrowed band on her ash-black skin where once she wore her wedding ring. She’d pawned it last…
The snow came like a wave of old women, all white hair and whiskers, peck, peck, poking at the cabin’s window glass. You shivered. My…
But lately they only make you groan. So, I pop them on a delicate cycle, before drying them in the sun. On the clothesline, the…
In some shining slice of time, not hers, not mine, we will be friends. I’ll enter slowly through the door-less frame at Roquebrune, and we…
INT: OVAL OFFICE – DAY The President sits at the desk. The President looks at her hands. People rush in and out, speaking fast, leaving…