by Thomas Bartlett | May 27, 2015 | #writing, blog, childhood memories, Fiction, Ireland, modernlife, Novel, writing |
Broken Wing “I had real friends at that time who surprised me now and then, this was seldom and it just gave succour to my feeling, that everybody stared ahead afraid. We used to walk to lakes away from anything, and hide there from nothing. We would throw...
by Thomas Bartlett | May 27, 2015 | blog, meloncholy, writing |
There is not much to be said for the way things have gone lately, other than to enjoy that sweet air borne dust on the lips; pollens and poisons? The most hopeful days of the year, the last thirty of the upward curve. When we go for the walk, striding to out...