Non vascular, slow-moving, creeping coloniser, brooding before taking action, ever changing, ever fractal. Save the water, save the sower; l...

Dressing up, dancing, drawing, or maybe none of those things. She might have loved picking daisies, and making chains of bracelets and rings...

Mrs. Twomey chalked on the board, a crude fish with a frowny face, and little lines for the water flow. She taught geography, often replaced...

I saw a chilling photo: Bashar al-Assad at the bedside of an earthquake survivor; maybe also of gas, and/or air strikes. I can't help bu...

There were two of us on Main Street (a misleading name, that might be more appropriately called Only Thoroughfare). She walked a little ahea...

To find Ireland the globe was turned. She sounded out Russia, and expressed how it upset her about it invading Ukraine, and how it has so mu...

That romantic notion of planting our own garden became so Trojan and arduous that we lost heart. I wonder now what daily chores kept us from...

In Creeslough, on a Friday, time stopped forever for ten people who had things to do. Leona Harper had been raised like all our children; to...

Staring from a golden eye-ring, checking whether you can fly. You just stand and get your bearings, silent when not set up high. Then the as...

I can see myself seeing him, Gorbachev on the TV screen. I recall the library pictures, and the ever-present figure  of Dr. John Harbison, t...