Spring Fishing
Am I in a trap?
Did I build it myself?
The punt bobs on the waves between Broochen and the point of Fournaugh
This is no weather for fishing; no weather for anything bar the
Seat next to …
Spring Fishing (poem)
Videos Lie
There’s little to match the potential incrimination of video footage. A camera sensor cannot lie; it offers a view so much more objective than the darts of our biased theorizing eyes as they read scenes and situations by projecting out …
Clonmel, Suir Valley 3 Day, 35mm
It is the last race of the road season for me, but I don’t know it.
I don’t know it until halfway through stage 2 when the bunch is going down a straight descent into Dungarvin. A rider comes down …
St Vincent & The Little Green Cars, Galway Arts Festival, 2015
A big blue tent, in a grassy field, between a cathedral and the River Corrib, July 2015. The Little Green Cars open for St Vincent’s Digital Witness, the feature preeesentation. For a change it’s not raining, though it’s not exactly …
The Mountain Man Band: Live Music Video (Canon 70D, Sigma 18-35 f1.8)
Kennedy’s Bar, Galway, July 2015, during the Galway Arts Festival.
But this isn’t the official Arts Festival. This is the low budget tagalong sibling, raised on handmedowns and shorn of ‘big’ names: the Galway Fringe Festival. Smaller venues, smaller fuss, …
Short Story: NO TRESPASSING
When I lived out in the village near the mountains I would go hiking by the swift river, over the soft bogs, and up the rocky slopes, weather and work permitting.
I got to know the most popular routes and …
National Rubbish Burning Night declared a limited success
June 23rd: with little to no rain and generally no wind, conditions were perfect for this year’s National Rubbish Burning Night. Despite a downturn in the tradition over recent years, there was still a large turnout all over the country, …
Máméan: Photos and Words
Máméan, Pass of the Birds
According to legend, St. Patrick blessed Connemara from a well at the top of the pass, and slept there (“Leaba Padraic”=”Patrick’s bed”), though to my limited knowledge there was stuff going on there before that …
The Ends of Glann: In photos and words
The Glann road follows the western edge of Lough Corrib from Oughterard towards Maam, ending close to the foothills of the Maamturk mountains. The lake narrows towards its Northwestern corner, with peninsulas like the Hill of Doon coming within a …
A poem from a man to his bride on their wedding day
Daffodils rising, raising yellow heads to bob in March winds.
Driving from Aberdeen across a Scottish Motorway,
Over the Irish sea in the belly of a ferry
South from Belfast and west from Dublin
West to Galway City and beyond,…
Driver in Shock after Hit & Run Horror
A driver in South Dublin was still in shock today following a narrow escape with a speeding bicycle.
While returning from work yesterday evening, Mr. David Gilroy was involved in a collision with an unmarked bicycle, which caused severe upset …
Song: Lighter Side of Blue
First song in a while. Don’t have time but couldn’t help myself. It feels like familiar territory, but something is new. A lot of the time I am retreading old ground anyway, looking to maybe strip away another layer of …
A Reading of W.B. Yeats’s Among School Children
W.B. Yeats visited a public school in Waterford in 1926, and there, as an ageing man among the young children, his mind wanders, first to Maud Gonne, to youth, and in an unexpected way, to something universal and beautiful: Among …
Macnas Parade, Galway 2014
Symphony for the Restless: Let the Night in, let the night out
It moves slowly, eerily, growing from a small blob to the right of the cathedral, into a more distinct giant head as it crosses the Salmon Weir bridge. …
Act Dance Sing: Stars on the Rise Photos 2014
Act Dance Sing is a dance academy in Galway.
This year the group got together for their annual summer show ‘Stars on the Rise’ in Leisureland, Salthill
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Very Short Story: The Mistake
The Mistake (a very short story)
Wasn’t like the daydreams at all. They chased me up Taylor’s street and left down St. Kilda’s Avenue and over the grassy wall into Finny Park where the trees were just beginning to leaf …
Poem: The Little Things
The smallest thing; flap of a finch’s wing
Dart of a blackbird’s eye
Rising of spring from buried roots with a cry
Strange to be here again
Late, behind schedule, delayed, out of time,
Yet back at the beginning, where …
Very Short Story: Abiogenesis
Dr Malthus and Dr Richards were very excited about something. They leaned over each other to get a better look at the microscope.
The film crew, squashed along the other side of the capsule, paid them no attention. They had …
Poem: An artist regrets having never committed
An artist regrets having never committed
Streets outside the curtains
Draw me back
A bad sketch of a hollow tune
Hums above the others in the room
For her, my vacant ruin.
Waking in a strange old bed can be …
Short Story: Mrs Deacy and The Flood
“It’s the wrath of God!” cackled wiry old Mrs Deacy with a smack of her stiff walking stick on the linoleum. “Settle down please, Mrs Deacy,” said Frank McDonagh. “It’s the same spring tide as every year, just coincident with …