You have to walk what feels like the entire city and tiptoe across the mother-river to Custom House Quay pass the evergrey sky blocking light on mismatched office blocks and time and pause to gaze up at the latest mural which, as a rainbow comic strip reel, makes less sense than from faraway. You have… Continue reading Statues Of Famine Walkers- Kelly Konya
Month: July 2018
from when you were homeless- Kelly Konya
since it’s just me here I’ve made a makeshift home and stayed there besides the few times that morning came by surprise, and I didn’t sleep but felt rain and rain and light hail same as the night the blood-red moon sailed above these green hills and the moldy buildings were especially putrid, and you… Continue reading from when you were homeless- Kelly Konya
Blip- Mai O’Boyle
The phone fell from her hands through the air and landed with a gentle thud on the industrial carpeted floor in much the same way a low budget film does slow-mo. Ashen-faced, she bent down and picked up her phone, giving it a subconscious rub of her dusty pink blouse to remove the lint on… Continue reading Blip- Mai O’Boyle
To Win It- Gary Hartley
It’s funny, the urge to predict, to punt, to assess probabilities and throw property down the drain is still there, even after what some would describe as winning the big one. Once a gambler. That the only two members of the syndicate survived the big crash bang burning skin cancer-on-coke cavalcade strikes as an anomaly… Continue reading To Win It- Gary Hartley