Birth Is Owned By The World Tree

  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 …

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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …