Yggdrasil is short and stout, Her branches – thin fingers, Just out of reach of warring children- Snap, snap, snap. The aged Edda brothers always told us That Yggdrasil … Continue reading Birth Is Owned By The World Tree
Flickers and Routine Sleep
There is something to be said for the electrifying buzz of broken sleep. The morning fog has yet to set in, neurotransmitters delivering at full speed. 1 o’clock, 2 o’clock, … Continue reading Flickers and Routine Sleep
Him
The river flows eastwards into Cork city, hugged by a tree lined walkway. At the halfway point lies a short, tarmac covered bridge marked with a gate. Crossing this bridge … Continue reading Him
Reed Diffuser
I made a cup of tea and crawled back into an unmade bed, thinking my friends were all abandoning me. This is not unusual. Two hours previous I was laughing … Continue reading Reed Diffuser
The Sun Rises Every Morning, Even When It’s Cloudy
I think about the snow. I think about the books that have absorbed us, the pages that burnt through the night, the heavens that choked on the smoke. Decades of … Continue reading The Sun Rises Every Morning, Even When It’s Cloudy
Forgetfulness
Sometimes we forget. We forget a lot, like house keys, newspapers we promised to collect, and that sprinkling of emptiness that calls in unexpectedly. An old acquaintance that you wouldn’t … Continue reading Forgetfulness
Love Letters in Sunshine
For hours and miles it is nothing but dry, yellowed fields of grass, occasional farms and distant, yet slowly approaching mountains that almost hug the sky. Despite it being unusually … Continue reading Love Letters in Sunshine
Victories and Bumblebees
I am a bee inside of a soggy box that was all shaken up before the rain hit. I could smell that rain coming, electrified buzzing influenced by the bustle … Continue reading Victories and Bumblebees
How To Be Human
In general, humans are social beings. We crave the hum of chatter in the background like white noise, clanking of fragile, stained mugs in the sink, or the dishwasher if … Continue reading How To Be Human
Imagination Is Wild
Inside my head is a constant drilling, a drive for stories, rushed poetry written in pencil and a new life found at the bottom of a smiley-face engraved mug. I … Continue reading Imagination Is Wild