-
Recent Posts
Archives
- July 2019
- August 2018
- June 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- November 2017
- June 2017
- May 2017
- February 2017
- October 2016
- September 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
- February 2016
- December 2015
- October 2015
- September 2015
- July 2015
- June 2015
- May 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- February 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- August 2012
-
Blogroll
- Jason O'Rourke
- Vernacularisms Gaeilge
- My Pinterest Page: Some images
- Belfast Stories
- Slowly Downward
- The Incubator Literary Journal of new Irish writing
- Madagán: Traditional Irish music and song from Belfast
- Roxana Manouchehri
- c.r.o.w – City Right of Way
- Roadside Fiction: New Realist Fiction.
- Divilthebit
- TypeWright Editing Services
- Maria McManus Poetry and Prose
- Aisling O'Beirn Artist
Click these links to make me a fortune
Recent Comments
jasonoruairc on Where be the Blackbird? marymulrine on Where be the Blackbird? artisannbelfast on Thought for the day jasonoruairc on Thought for the day Ciara on Thought for the day Top 5 Clicks
- None
Tag Archives: fiction
Where be the Blackbird?
I know where he be. Next door’s front garden, head cocked to one side, orange beak grasping an almost-ripe cherry from my tree. I look round at the tree: the slender branch, once perilously bowed under the weight of its … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged Belfast, birds, Blackbird, cherries, fiction, fruit, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, short story, Vernacularisms, writing
2 Comments
Guest Post: ‘A New Corner’ by Claire Savage
Royal Avenue hums with activity the further along she goes, pedestrians filtering in from side streets; dropping out of shop doorways and sliding into the throng from the Metros. The buses cut a path past Castlecourt, Tesco, McDonalds, like pink … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged Belfast, Boots, Castlecourt, City Hall, Claire Savage, coffee, fiction, Literature, McDonald's, Royal Avenue, Russia, short story, Street music, Tesco, Vernacularisms, writing
5 Comments
Guest Post: ‘Mr Gabor’s Day Out,’ by Michael Costello.
Mr Gabor had a problem. Standing in front of him was a pretty young girl waving her arms and speaking very slowly. She appeared to be saying the word ‘DOWN!’ quite loudly, as if she assumed he was hard of … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged Belfast, busking, Chase Fetele, City Hall, Țăranul Fericit, fiction, horn violin, immigration, Recea, Romania, Romanians, short story, Vernacularisms, Vine Noaptea, violin
Leave a comment
A View from the Abyss
This morning is different to the others. I awake lying naked on a plain of polished obsidian. It is lit by a dim, pale, light, as if the crescent moon were hidden behind a thin covering of cloud. The plain stretches … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged anxiety, Belfast, demons, depression, exploitation, fantasy, fear, fiction, foraging, homonculus, hope, insecurity, isolation, Loss of confidence, mental health, Obsidian, Optimism, Ormeau Rd, paranoia, petrichor, self worth, self-esteem, short story, succubus, suicide, The Errigle Inn, Vernacularisms, WPLongform, writing
8 Comments
Vernacularisms 