They had been languishing there for an indeterminable amount of time. “The water has leaked into my shoes”, came a voice from the right. “I know”, replied a bored voice from the left. “How can you know?” “Well, because you just told me” “Yes, well, you responding ‘I know’ to a fact I just told…
Happiness is seeing the rainbow in the puddle. Three swans overhead Knowing one will leave the others but If I didn’t It would be the same as a sad legend The happy ending in the bittersweet Legends of children lost and alone but together until death The comfort of the bond of siblings and swans
Wisps of clouds reaching for each other but fading before they can touch Like the hands of the frail and the strong, One reaching for the other but falling before the can meet. Rain falls from the strong and the grey stormy insides drown the world around him The grey becomes silver Lightened from his…
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…
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…
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…
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…
It was a foggy autumn day (‘Twas partly my fault, I confess For I was half-asleep and ill, A campus zombie born from stress) I wandered into stranger halls And staggered, sat and thought Of truth and beauty, right and wrong (as any tired student ought). And then they came in jabbering (I caught Latin,…
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…
Up, down, left, right, jab. Up, down, feint, feint, jab. Block, down, left, right, jab. Like a battlefield ballerina, Grom danced circles around our enemies. Fending off a strike here, parrying a blow there. All while returning a flurry of strikes himself. It was such a beautiful sight to see, I could watch it all…