The westerly city was a welcome place after a long hard motorcycle ride but even more so when you had just suffered a serious act of violence and survived. I met up with my associates and told them the story from the very beginning but they looked at me in disbelief.
Short Stories
Four: Earth Walker
Approximately a week later I made my way as usual into town for something to eat and my normal tipple. By 22:00 I was ready to go home so I donned my “Dry as a Bone” and buttoned it up to the neck as it is fairly chilly riding motorcycle at that time of night.
Part Three: Walker
I returned back to my border town in the mountains a few days later but with a completely different perceptive on the place that I had called home for the past few years.
Perils of an Earth Walker 1.
Newry has a proud and illustrious history of offering aid to the developing world – and indeed to the needy at home, both on the group and the individual level.
Father Peter McVerry was recently presented on RTE with Man of the Year (again!) for his efforts with the homeless and addicts in
No escape (Reader’s Story)
Billy Lawson emerged unsteadily from the lavatory in Dunhill’s pub.
He’d been drinking since ten o’clock in the morning. He’d been outside at a quarter to, staring at the foul green scum lying like a thin knotty blanket on the flat waters of the canal.
Inniskeen Road: July Evening
The bicycles go by in twos and threes –
There’s a dance in Billy Brennan’s barn tonight,
And there’s the half-talk code of mysteries
And the wink-and-elbow language of delight.
Kerr’s Ass: Kavanagh
To go to
Brought him home the evening before the market
An exile that night in Mucker.
Art McCooey: [Kavanagh]
I must appeal to proper Kavanagh scholars who may explain why the poet dedicated the following to his predecessor poet of our region, Art McCooey. The collection ‘A Soul for
The scar
There’s not a chance now that I might recover
one syllable of what that sick man said,
tapping upon my great-grandmother’s shutter,
and begging, I was told, a piece of bread;