Short Stories

John McCullagh February 18, 2020

Now Willie was an Orangeman as loyal as can be Virtuous and upright, a decent man was he A man who’d always do his best to help a friend in need

John McCullagh February 13, 2020

Niamh   Some hours ago the water fell To christen you, to work its spell And wipe your slate, we hope for good But now your life is sleep and food Which, with our love will, by your leave Suffice you now, our darling Niamh.   This happy birth, two thousand years Our harbinger of […]

John McCullagh August 2, 2019

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some […]

John McCullagh July 31, 2019

I sought Him on the purple seas,I sought Him on the peaks aflame: Amid the gloom of giant trees And canyons lone I called His name;The wasted ways of earth I trod;In vain; in vain! I found not God. I sought Him in the hives of men,The cities grand, the hamlets grey,The temples old beyond […]

John McCullagh June 23, 2019

The Classical Greek Come sit down a while, and I’ll tell you a story Recall famous glories and honour the dead And hope that a smile will crack all of your faces And cares and all worries go out of your head. I’ll sing of some lads with exceptional qualities All of them geniuses, truly […]