6th April 2023
Between Galway & Gethsemane
There is a seafarers’ memorial situated at the Middle Pier in Howth. Its central design…
6th August 2021
Laying Low In Cavan
“It’s lashin”, she said, when I arrived down to breakfast. And as her patrons filtered…
4th August 2021
Grass And The Grotto
The lack of athleticism in my cycling is shocking to behold. I am in no…
3rd August 2021
Circumnavigating Ireland’s Torso
I almost showed up in Naples, not Navan, yesterday. Three days ago, I sat having…
11th August 2020
Qualitative Research And Zoom
Qualitative research is the act of focused curiosity, between people. Not so focused that the…
3rd June 2020
Teacher
My teacher died this week. He taught me throughout my secondary school years - English…
26th May 2020
Notes From A Bedside
My friend will never leave this bed she is lying in. There is a guttural,…
18th March 2020
Corona: Collapse Between Fact and Fiction
Eski knows there’s something up. Why the hell is my Master here all the time?…
12th March 2020
The Corona Chronicles
Each of us is a citizen, bound in a unique moment of jeopardy. The earthquake…
5th January 2020
My Dream Of Marian
It was my mother who got the news to me. Ear eternally to the radio,…
10th October 2018
RMS Leinster: down in dazzle
A client of mine is not working today. He is departing on a boat from…
24th August 2018
The Prodigal Fanboy
It is so easy to be drawn into it - the tumult of adoration during…