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I was born, raised and educated in Dublin, Ireland. I was a computer 'geek' for twenty years during which I became involved with the international moving industry. We moved to the US in 1984 (for two years) and are still here. We became US citizens in 1996.

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Tales of horror: 10 of 197

Photo Synthesis Fear was a feather that brushed the back of his neck ever so gently, causing him to shrug his shoulders, slowly and involuntarily as the chill trailed down his spine. He was looking at a photograph. He had picked it up, quite at random, from a market stall at the Irish Fest in Indianapolis during the summer. ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 52 of 492

Memories She sits by the window Her eyes on the beach Where he walked hand in hand With her so many times She tries to recall The last time he was here But her memories, like newsreels Are just flickering scenes Small scraps of their life That was once filled with dreams. His jokes and endearments His waving goodbye Are frag...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 133 of 494

'Faithful Departed' There are many here There are many there There are those who pray There are those who swear There are those who will die For one cause or another And those who will lie On the soul of their mother There are those who will kill And those who will heal And those who will finish What others have started Thos...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 155 of 517

'Flights of Reason' I remember having dreams and visions That somehow drove me to decisions Without a thought for those who stand around me Events just overtook me And brought me back to ground In the middle of a change of season I saw the world as wings And life as flights of reason
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Folklore and mythology: 5 of 16

The Spell There is mist on the lake And the air moves it little So it hangs like a blanket And it clings to the grass She fashions a figure Of damp clay and spittle Working slowly and slyly As the long hours pass At last the wind rises And the mist begins moving A wan splash of sunlight Moves over the land It lights on the w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love: 308 of 838

Nice to see you've got the gift Of growing older gracefully It doesn't seem so long ago That I was seeing you in me All this time apart has done us good All the ages in between the teenage years and adulthood Through the years I thought of you In terms of when we last embraced I don't know why I let you go You couldn't wait ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 449 of 1148

Fallen You have the sensation of skating on ice Stifled emotions; you're paying the price Of lying in wait for the unwary traveler Or sowing the seeds of the end of the world You left your last victim face down in the gutter You can hardly recall if she cried when you cut her Because all of your senses are slowly congealing ...
Sports & Recreation > Golf Why it pays to know how to golf: 8 of 11

It only pays to know how to golf if you can parlay that knowledge into one of two things. Number one is the ability to hit the ball so smoothly and with such metronomic regularity as to catapult yourself into the upper echelons of the professional game. Number two, sadly and like its namesake for a bodily function, is a lot ...
Politics, News & Issues > US Elections Should the US adopt a different method of electing its president?: 6 of 8

I agree that the electoral college method was designed for a different era and is badly in need of an update. However, I want to address another aspect of our electoral process. Last night, I heard a newscaster refer to the electoral primaries as being 'just seven months' away. That is quite a long time to have to endure the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 268 of 335

I Want I want to be around you I want to feel the heat I want to hold your heart I want to touch and feel it beat I want to see the future I want to shake the past I want to borrow pain I want to give a master-class I want to have the option I want to have the choice I want to walk the ocean I want to stop and hear its voice...