Aunt Tourelaine and Uncle Delbert wake me at 8 o’clock to break it to me, so I can break it to the girls, but I put on my blue jeans and red baseball jersey, run out the house without telling, run hard into hot August, through our woods and across the McGonagall farm, push past […]
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Kiprop Kimutai: Dark Well
A beastly cry tore the morning silence. Kurui’s hand froze on the bookcase in the living room. He walked outside, with his face unwashed, and still dressed in the faded black polo shirt and grey flannel trousers he had slept in. He stood for a while on the square, earthen depression surrounding the house and […]
Cónal Creedon: Dockets and Dowels
Like my grandda and my grandda’s da, my dad was a cabinetmaker, a master craftsman. The lads up in Mulla’s Yard said he was a genius; he could make a full piece of furniture, no nails or screws used. I swear to God, you can never really know what goes on in another man’s head, […]