Kamilė Jucytė, September 12th, 2016

Wings

You never seemed more comfortable than when you were in the air, like you were searching for something that existed only in those spaces between destinations, those moments where you drew lines across… Continue reading

Aisling O’Rourke, January 6th, 2017

Fading

Light flickers, colours fade, but there is beauty even in decay.

Antonio Elijah, May 15th, 2016

Drifting

I could have stayed there, lingered on in that place by the water’s edge, watching the sky from beneath a canopy of weeds; there was something in that moment, some sense of serenity,… Continue reading

Aisling O’Rourke, January 6th, 2017

Moments

Sometimes I’m gripped by the flash of a memory, pulled back in time by an object, or a colour, to mornings I spent with you in the half-light, trying to commit the details… Continue reading

Heather

We came to your grave on Christmas Day, complained about the rain and placed a wreath by the heather that was growing at your feet, a tribute to you, a memorial.

Dreadnought

It’s been gathering dust in the corner, the Fender dreadnought I received as a gift from my parents, now a rusted ruin on the shoreline of my peripheral, forgotten, save for those moments… Continue reading