Greg FieldsMay 73 minA Bit of Heat, A Bit of LightWinter swept into an April night like a vapor, crawling under doorways and wafting itself into the air, chilling what it touched and...
Greg FieldsMar 123 minNotes of an Invisible Man‘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...
Greg FieldsJan 143 minThe Black Hand, and Nothing To ItThe glass was almost empty now, nothing but the crispy bits of ice chips floating in the final puddle at the bottom. Donal Mannion...
Greg FieldsSep 14, 20213 minCleaning the Shattered Bits"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...
Greg FieldsAug 18, 20213 minIn the BlurringIt was along 14th Street on a hot summer’s afternoon, and Donal Mannion needed a drink. Donal Mannion often needed a drink these days,...
Greg FieldsAug 10, 20213 minDancing with Anna LiviaThere are fourteen river Gods in Ireland, though, in typical Irish style, one of them is the God of the Atlantic Ocean. Of these Gods...
Greg FieldsAug 1, 20212 minSummer in the CityA 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...
fields1026Apr 6, 20214 min Angels In The Dark DaysIn early April in 1994 a missile shot up from the hillsides near the Kigali airport and brought down a small plane holding Juvenal...
Greg FieldsFeb 7, 20213 minEverything Slips Through These Cold FingersGina 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...
Greg FieldsJan 17, 20213 minCooney In The BlueMatt Cooney paused at the window of a three-room flat, a cluttered, disjointed space of failing plasterboard and exposed wires. He...
Greg FieldsDec 13, 20205 minHosanna In The HighestA 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...
fields1026Dec 7, 20202 minThe Call of Springtime in the Fallow DaysWe 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...
Greg FieldsNov 1, 20206 minWhere Can a Man RunDonal Mannion walked the afternoon streets of Washington in a dead humor. A leaden heart pumped his thick and dull blood through limbs...
Greg FieldsSep 20, 20203 minGeodesMark Murphy eyed the baseball game projected on the big screen television across the bar. He eyed his beer as he drank it down notch by...
Greg FieldsAug 28, 20203 minThe Indecency of SilenceWe have passed the time for silence We have passed the complacency of safety and sanctuary. We can no longer convince ourselves that...
Greg FieldsJun 8, 20204 minA Country In Need of RepairI spent Saturday morning embedding bricks into the muddy rim of our garden, the first layer of a decorative divider that would highlight...
Greg FieldsMay 19, 20205 minThe Measure of GreatnessI think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through corridors of light, where...
Greg FieldsNov 21, 20194 minA Quiet Blinding Light Those who educate children well are more to be honored than they who produce them; for these only gave them life those the art of living...
Greg FieldsDec 27, 20184 minHymn to a Cold Virginia MorningDoesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? - Mary Oliver, The...
Greg FieldsNov 30, 20184 minLooking Through a Distant MirrorA few weeks ago I headed up to New Jersey to attend a book fair, part of the wondrous new sensation of calling myself a writer. I spent...