Saint Patrick wasn’t always so saintly. Nor was he always “just a poor boy,” as Freddie Mercury might have described.… Read more Another Celebration of a Rich White Boy

Saint Patrick wasn’t always so saintly. Nor was he always “just a poor boy,” as Freddie Mercury might have described.… Read more Another Celebration of a Rich White Boy
She’s so lucky, she’s an Irishwoman. But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinkin’, “If there’s nothing missing… Read more Lucky
Dublin as a video game is no more complex than Dublin itself: avoid the teetering drunks on the streets that… Read more Dublin As A Video Game
We’ve just gotten through another rough patch, you and I. It’s the end of February, and after a particularly bleak… Read more Do You Have to Let It Linger?
“We haven’t got girls like you in Ireland,” Aedan tells Meredith as she slips her skirt off in the bathroom… Read more Ire
I died again in Dublin. It was the land of his heritage, a fact I couldn’t ignore when the cab… Read more Yeats Is On Your Side