The Mourning Sun

The wood pigeon had returned. This time it did not look so confident. It had been three days since he last saw it and, at first, he was glad of its company. But, even from this distance, he could tell that it wasn't doing well. Aside from his avian acquaintance, he had not seen any... Continue Reading →

Summer And The End Of Daze…

A complete wood pigeon sat on an obsolete television arial. Around it, everything stood still. The world had never been so peaceful and, if it wasn't for the smell of mankind's death, he would have thought that he was dreaming. He had never been a success, never been successful, never thought of himself as anything... Continue Reading →

Out of the Blue

You have picked me out.Through a distant shot of a building burningyou have noticed nowthat a white cotton shirt is twirling, turning. In fact I am waving, waving.Small in the clouds, but waving, waving.Does anyone seea soul worth saving? So when will you come?Do you think you are watching, watchinga man shaking crumbsor pegging out... Continue Reading →

The Year That Was

Time was collecting around him, washing up in small eddies and vortices. He had been wearing a neck sock over his eyes to keep the sun out and it had done it's work. His eyes were still tired and sticky with that frosted glaze that so often visited him. It took time to focus. He... Continue Reading →

Why Read After Burnout works…

"But the book as a whole has a great deal to recommend it, not least the carefully considered and generally well executed content which I found to be very suitable for the target demographic. The references to your time in the Met, your teaching career, and struggles with mental health, allow the reader to see... Continue Reading →

The Boy Who Lost His Name

I sat at the weekend before some cards and presents from former and current students. The phrase ‘brilliant teacher’ was used. There was one present that was a personalised picture book entitled The Boy Who Lost His Name which focused my attention. Several years have passed since I originally ‘burnt-out’ and now I seem to... Continue Reading →

Bridging the Past

There's a big fat hedgehog wandering around on the edges of our lawn this morning. It's making the most of the early morning sun. And it's just been joined by a wood pigeon who has been here so many times that it probably believes this to be part of its kingdom. The hedgehog was the... Continue Reading →

Wakefulness

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. There is nothing quite like a little James Joyce to sprout the hairs on the back of you neck when you are preparing yourself for a Captain Candy escapade.... Continue Reading →

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