hardened ash teeth
pot-hole smile and Jameson breath
face crumpled as
money thrown from plastic bags
exchanged for his second daily flaskeen
stays for a chat
turf dust fingers clutch at wrists
sunken eyes fixed on chests
leaves bitterness in mouths
that no whiskey could wash away
Tara O'Malley is a third-year student studying Creative Writing at NUI Galway.
Everyone thinks I just adore hats, but the secret is I only wear hats that can be a Hatmit. What is a Hatmit, you say? It originally sat on my shelf branded for someone's grandpa to wear- I've been to
“Oh, dear,” my mother-in-law says in a concerned voice. She is reading County Down local news on her I-pad. “What is it?” I ask. “There was a man found dead in his house. They say that judging by the
