Fiction: Rhapsody in Boole

Crushed brown beans and whistling hot steam, squashed mango pierced with a straw. The saccharine paste, dripping, at the back of my mouth. The solitary, synthetic caffeine surge. That shivering warmth inside of me. The September breeze. Shop windows and heavy eyes. The cries of the Examiner Startling the models, dummy struck, inside of their…

Border Aesop

In the archaeological department of NUIG, it was believed that you had not truly earned your stripes as a field archaeologist until you had had at least one near-death experience whilst on a dig. Some senior staff members had lived long enough to have had several. Brendan Herlihy, a tenured lecturer in environmental archaeology, sported…

Denise

How can one hope to prepare for such searing loss. Confronted by the hollow void, the bridge we all must cross. One so green, at twenty years robbed of rightful time. Who can the world hope to blame for a higher being’s crime. The stolen joy, extinguished plans of all that lay ahead. The mortal…

Drive-Thru

There’s a city I know where the river flows fast And the cars do the same as they hurry on past The boarded-up windows of grimy old inns And corners that stink of the dullest of sins No railings or fences are built in this town Though we all know, come autumn, the children will…

Tea and Soggy Ground

Hours of work to no avail, Searching for something that can’t be found, Looking through those wooden splintered shelves of the old bookshop, That used to bring the light of imagination to my eyes. Now only dull matter remains, Sluggishly guiding my weakening body, Through the mist of the early morning, Creeping into my brain…

Rat Immortal

Rat! A rat! That unseelie presence that lingered at the margins Of crepe-lined classrooms in a Douglas suburb. We were warned against the black boxes That squatted in yard-corners, But no shape broke the pastel peace for weeks on end. Oh, but the day you showed your face Was well timed, my boy – No…