‘The Oxen’ (a Poem)

In factories Secluded from the lights Of your civilisation (Cold walls, Screeching steel) We stand and wait. Comfort is found In scraps of peace: The lightest pressure Of breath against skin, A wet nose, A slow blink Of thick-lidded eyes. In factories Shielded from the glories Of your progress (Hoarse voices, Electric jolts) We stagger…

Poetry Day Ireland: Three Poems That Inspire Me

Today (Thursday May 2nd) is Poetry Day Ireland! The craft of poetry means a lot to me, so I wanted to celebrate this day by highlighting three poems that speak very deeply to my heart. ❤️ The amazing Pulitzer-Prize-winning poet Mary Oliver passed away in January of this year. Her powerful poem The Journey means…

For Lyra

On the evening of Thursday April 18th, a 29-year-old journalist and writer named Lyra McKee was shot by republican dissidents during a riot that took place in Derry. A few days later, I saw people carrying rainbow flags and slogans of love through Dublin city centre, honouring her memory. Yesterday was Lesbian Visibility Day, and…

‘Habitat’ (a Poem and a Reflection)

It has been a long time since I wrote anything substantial for this blog. During December, I’ve felt disinclined to write (#NaNoWriMo drained me of my creative powers, clearly 😉) and have instead been focusing on my off-screen life, which is no bad thing. Right now, I’m enjoying that calm, lazy post-Christmas feeling. 😌❤️ I…

Creative Writing – ‘The First Sign’

This is a prologue to the short story ‘Pitiful … Or Am I?’ that I shared on this blog at the start of August. Now, as the month draws to a close, it feels right to return to it: to learn more about the determined, resolute character who leapt out at me, demanding to be…

‘Fragments’ (a Poem)

The mask you wore Could no longer conceal The fragments beneath. Fragments Of your essence Remain in my mind In my heart In every joke I want to share And every moment of joy That is muted For your absence. I wonder where you are Where you were And why I never knew (Why no…

Characters Have a Mind of Their Own! Plus: ‘2070’ Continued

Today, I’m reflecting on the strategies I’ve been using to combat writer’s block and continuing my 2070 story. Writers’ block is a difficult thing to overcome, but speaking from my own personal experience of dealing with the beast, I’ve noticed that certain things can be done to alleviate it. My own writers’ block usually arises…

Creative Writing – ‘Storm Warning’

Five fifteen, the alarm clock screams insistently, and then, after what seems like an interval of two seconds, five thirty. Shit! Really? Alan will kill her if she’s late into work again. Leanne stumbles blearily out of her bed and into the hall, her hands reaching out for the bathroom door. These 7 a.m. shifts will…

Preparing for Autumn and Reigniting the Creative Spark

It has been quite a while since I posted, thanks to life, work, and most significantly, a general sense of creative drought within my life. Today, I’m choosing to break the silence by writing about … well, creative drought. Given that my last post discussed literal drought, a distinct theme seems to be emerging here……

Creative Writing – ‘2070’ (Part Two)

This is a continuation of my most recent short story, 2070 (part one can be read here). In the previous instalment, Michael had walked to a purpose-built escape unit with his family to escape an imminent volcanic eruption on their island. He and his beloved elderly dog, Murphy, are now in an escape pod, hurtling…