Stairway to Heaven
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...
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Greg Fields
Aug 22, 20235 min read
The Sins of the Fathers
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...
Greg Fields
Apr 2, 20234 min read
The Cooing of the Mourning Doves
Cooney turned his back to the rising sun and made his way down wind-blown streets littered with shreds of newspaper and fast-food...
Greg Fields
Jan 21, 20233 min read
In the Shadows of Moonlight
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...
Greg Fields
Oct 9, 20223 min read
Living in a Free State
Vanity of Vanities; all is Vanity – Ecclesiastes 1:2 Another day to the streets, the crawling, creeping, beeping streets and those who...
Greg Fields
Jul 10, 20223 min read
To See Through the Dark
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...
Greg Fields
May 7, 20223 min read
A Bit of Heat, A Bit of Light
Winter swept into an April night like a vapor, crawling under doorways and wafting itself into the air, chilling what it touched and...
Greg Fields
Mar 12, 20223 min read
Notes 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 Fields
Jan 13, 20223 min read
The Black Hand, and Nothing To It
The glass was almost empty now, nothing but the crispy bits of ice chips floating in the final puddle at the bottom. Donal Mannion...
Greg Fields
Sep 14, 20213 min read
Cleaning 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 Fields
Aug 18, 20213 min read
In the Blurring
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,...
Greg Fields
Aug 9, 20213 min read
Dancing with Anna Livia
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...
Greg Fields
Jul 31, 20212 min read
Summer in the City
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...
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Apr 6, 20214 min read
Angels In The Dark Days
In early April in 1994 a missile shot up from the hillsides near the Kigali airport and brought down a small plane holding Juvenal...
Greg Fields
Feb 7, 20213 min read
Everything Slips Through These Cold Fingers
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...
Greg Fields
Jan 17, 20213 min read
Cooney In The Blue
Matt Cooney paused at the window of a three-room flat, a cluttered, disjointed space of failing plasterboard and exposed wires. He...
Greg Fields
Dec 13, 20205 min read
Hosanna In The Highest
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...
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Dec 7, 20202 min read
The Call of Springtime in the Fallow Days
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...
Greg Fields
Oct 31, 20206 min read
Where Can a Man Run
Donal Mannion walked the afternoon streets of Washington in a dead humor. A leaden heart pumped his thick and dull blood through limbs...
Greg Fields
Sep 19, 20203 min read
Geodes
Mark 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...
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