Preorders have opened for my first poetry collection, ahead of the official book launch later in the month. ‘INSIDE AND OUT’ is a new mummy's response to motherhood and a shifting socio-political landscape. The publication examines world politics and current affairs or the 'Outside', and what this means for parents and their children in 'Inside', … Continue reading Pre-orders for New Poetry Collection
The climate crisis, as witnessed by the crows of 11th-century monastery. Inspired by a walk with an oblivious toddler. Originally published in Boyne Berries Issue 26, Autumn 2019. The Abbess looks at me askance and nibbles the Kit Kat tinfoil. She has waited eight hundred long years, turned into a bird. She watches and she … Continue reading The Crows of Bective Abbey
Originally published in the 2016 Tales Irish collection. Bridie Not one picture of my parents’ wedding exists. As I searched through my mother’s old Roses tins of photos and raggedy albums, I knew I wouldn’t find any. It didn’t matter now, the Mass card picture had already been chosen. My mother’s slow death was followed … Continue reading Bridie – Short Story
Some flash fiction for the May Bank Holiday! I remember feeling so sore when my little brother, then aged about 6, won £50 (a huge sum to an 8 year-old!) at a drive-in bingo in Meath. In this piece of flash fiction I wanted to explore that sense of begrudgery! BINGO They generally got a … Continue reading Bingo – flash fiction
NECROMANCING THE TRILBY They’re still missing. Vamoosed from churches, proclamations and espionage. In absentia from wardrobes and our mind-sets. There have been ruminations, rumblings and rumours about the return of the hat. Let’s hold a seancé for berets, boaters, bonnets and busbys, Call back to action the cloche, coronets and cowboys, Revisit the derby, dupatta … Continue reading RIP Hatwearing
The personification of the Irish border as a cranky serpentine old woman.
A poem about office clothes. The Workplace Wardrobe Sad black cardigan Hanging on the wall One small mercy, You're not rolled up in a ball. Worn out ballet pumps Shoved into a drawer, For your existence, You wanted so much more. Last year's sunglasses, Underneath a binder, When you were purchased, You were a good bit finer. Tobacco-prigged lip … Continue reading The Workplace Wardrobe
A modern-day Christmas Carol for one Dublin hipster. First published in the Sunday Independent. Of course my phone was dead when I got stuck in the lift. It’s the classic sort of thing that happens to me. Without a watch, it’s hard to tell how long I have been here, maybe an hour? I’m writing … Continue reading Lift
First published in the Irish Field in 2015 after winning the Wills Writing Award.
Controversial, I know, to be talking about Christmas on November 1st. But I am an unashamed Christmas-lover, so it's been lurking on my horizon of perception for almost the whole year. Not that I'm going to start the Mariah Carey already. I've just written a very special murder mystery game, set at the North Pole, … Continue reading Who Killed Santa’s Elf? A Christmas Murder Mystery