The Del Sol Review


My short story “The Spring when nothing grew” was recently published in The Del Sol Review and can be read here. Since falling ill words have become my friends, twisting and shaping their lives into my head. This story is one such friend.   Advertisements

My Penpal and ME


As an ME patient I believe a successful treatment will one day become available to us, however, in the meantime I equally believe patients deserve to sit opposite medics who know what ME is, how to diagnose it and how also to support patients through this life changing, debilitating illness. Such support is currently lacking…

NY Literary Magazine


Two of my poems “The Balanced Book” and It’s the not Thinking” have been published in the   NY Literary Magazine’s “ECHOES” Anthology – Collection of Modern Poems with Deep Meaning   and my poem “The Balanced Book” received 2nd place in the poems about life category. As per Editor-in-Chief Elizabeth Harding: “Echoes” is a poetry collection…

One Hundred Voices


  The anthology One Hundred Voices (Centum Press 2016) contains short stories and flash fiction written by a varied mix of 100 authors and I’m pleased to have my fiction piece “The Giraffe Hunters” (previously published by The Nottingham Review) between its covers. Should you wish to purchase the book, it can be ordered via…

Musings from her couch – May Issue


Is privacy a word of our past? Something the next generation will hear about but never fully understand and will blame be placed on us for its demise? After all, it’s we who allow social media sit with us at dinner tables, share intimate family dates, some even take this social tool away on holidays,…

Time Heals All?


We’ve all heard the phrase “Time heals all wounds”. Whether these words have been said to us or by us, we’ve heard of this mysterious clock, the one that ticks by effortlessly, healing every wound and scar. For most, the clock is never found, the wounds never fully heal and the scars are reminders of…

Addition, Subtraction, Division


Numbers retired from my life many years ago and I began living from blocks of energy instead of blocks of the clock. The strange thing about such retirement is that I’m often alone in my perception of time and so statements such as “I can’t attend your gathering this evening because I’m going for lunch…

Yesterday’s Threesome


Having read an article yesterday morning suggesting ME can be bettered by both GET and CBT, I was at the ready for the surprise phone call that followed. One which led me to speak with radio host Matt Cooper live on his show The Last Word broadcast on Today FM and also with Professor Michael Sharpe,…

The Variability of Remaining Static


For the most part, my north, south, east and west remain the same four squiggly lines in all directions, my horizon unchanged. However, thanks to the earths tilting axis, its rotation and the earths orbit around the sun, my view changes daily, even if minutely, and as each season appears, a new wardrobe of coloured…

Ropes 2015


My farming of words continues and one of my poems features in the newly published 23rd edition of NUI Galway’s Literary Journal – Ropes 2015 – To anyone in Galway city next Thursday at 5pm, why not head along to Charlie Byrne’s Bookshop for the launch.

Poem: Into Death


Spending so much of my time alone with words, I welcome any opportunity to share. My latest sharing occurred in the newly published magazine, JuxtaProse Literary Magazine. Where my poem “Into Death” appeared: Her grief was as palpable as the malnourished Briars of November jutting from each shrunken ditch. Unlike the briars, their thin wristing…

Being a Botoxed 80 Year Old


This week I had my regular check up with my GP and like all other appointments, she was shocked at my blood work, all of which is fine, more than fine, my vitamin levels are cloud high. My B12 soaringly so. I should be bouncing from my couch, not stuck to it. Thankfully, as I’ve…