It had been a night of drinking, and an unsuccessful one at that. The scotch at the first bar had been flat and harsh, and when he...

The snow came bitterly the winter after Willie Meadows buried his mother, the winds blowing so hard that the flakes felt like tiny...

The call had come the night before from a voice at once mechanical and practiced at the disbursement of bad news, yet one which still...

When the door to his room kicked open, Matthew Cooney curled into a protective ball on his bed, tucked his knees into his chest and...

Cooney turned his back to the rising sun and made his way down wind-blown streets littered with shreds of newspaper and fast-food...

In the lean years, before the end of it all, before the final curtain, Emma Mannion thought little of her past, little of the rutted and...

Vanity of Vanities; all is Vanity – Ecclesiastes 1:2 Another day to the streets, the crawling, creeping, beeping streets and those who...

For Conor Finnegan, the drive north was a drive into his past. Out of Washington on Interstate 95 and through the mangle of Baltimore on...

Winter swept into an April night like a vapor, crawling under doorways and wafting itself into the air, chilling what it touched and...

‘A man could live for years in this swarming mass of streets and time and never be seen,’ Cooney thought to himself. The blinders that...

The glass was almost empty now, nothing but the crispy bits of ice chips floating in the final puddle at the bottom. Donal Mannion...

"I’ve something to tell you, Gina.” Donal Mannion took a sip of his scotch, the pathway to his courage and the herald of his greatest...

It was along 14th Street on a hot summer’s afternoon, and Donal Mannion needed a drink. Donal Mannion often needed a drink these days,...

There are fourteen river Gods in Ireland, though, in typical Irish style, one of them is the God of the Atlantic Ocean. Of these Gods...

A clear day it was with moderate heat under a sky broken with the occasional cloud and a breeze that came and went just long enough to...

In early April in 1994 a missile shot up from the hillsides near the Kigali airport and brought down a small plane holding Juvenal...

Gina Morelli shut the clasp on her carry-on bag, a scarf no longer needed in the warmth of the bar tucked next to a gathering of...

Matt Cooney paused at the window of a three-room flat, a cluttered, disjointed space of failing plasterboard and exposed wires. He...

A cold night, one of the coldest he could recall, and cursed by a wind that whipped and snapped off the river to rob all feeling from...

We walk now in the coldest, the cruelest of winters, this winter, with its deep sorrows. But it will not always be this way, and we must...