By Michael J. Barrington It all happened because of Dair Dockery. If he hadn’t been in Tulsk that day and if the skies hadn’t opened, forcing him to spend the night at his sister’s house and if he hadn’t met the Shannike, then there would be no story to tell. The Shannike looked old. How … Continue reading The Shannike – The Storyteller
Poems by D.S. Maolalai
Stone dead. my mam used to say each summer in the garden that "a bee will get in your ear and burrow down and it'll sting you stone dead" - perhaps to teach me I should clean my earwax. though I don't know - is that a common lesson? sitting at the table … Continue reading Poems by D.S. Maolalai
“Stone Cottage”
By Thomas Page A man stands at a precipice, a deluge comes. He allows the soot and ash of a dying age wash over him. Can Cathleen ever be heard again Over the roar of the coming age; an age without reason? A gentle sound interrupts Yeats’ reverie. A young man comes in with … Continue reading “Stone Cottage”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 