africmcglinchey2 days ago2 minbreaking free(7) The hearse driver accelerates, whips clear of the potholes, and the sedate procession is forced to chase after him, dipping and weaving like a footballer...
africmcglincheyMay 121 minriding the light (1) In Dublin today, my boy looked out of his window; a skewbald horse in the street, being given a wash down. In the cul-de-sac at the end of Black Horse Av...
africmcglincheya day ago1 minThe thing itself(8) In the space between the termite-riddled wall and the draughty rafters on a faraway farm, when I was four coiled an invisible threat turning and twisting...
africmcglinchey3 days ago3 minRain maker(6) The desert is a flat stretch, colour-faded. We’re location-scouting on a road that tastes of direction. There is beauty in all this aridity, more primal ...
africmcglinchey7 days ago1 minMother and son(5) What the Man-Moth fears most he must do. –Elizabeth Bishop Today my son is going, with a sword in his hand, to slay the spiny monster. How did we get fro...
africmcglincheyMay 162 minfound and lost(4) I was sort of adrift. A child. Extremely strict and fully compliant, like your footprints. My mother's femur was bearing a full week, not in a spin becau...
africmcglincheyMay 152 minLean season(3) Either that or I’m a boat. Usually I feel whoosh. Cut down the bookcase, bottles of whiskey. That’s how a car drives down here, very west cork. I’m laugh...
africmcglincheyMay 141 mintalking of secretaries(2) In the long grasslands, a secretary bird, all flap and stumble. What you gonna do today? Huh? Heaves legs of wood and wings of sail— the scale comical. H...