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...
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Greg Fields
- May 7
- 3 min
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
- 3 min
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
- 3 min
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, 2021
- 3 min
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, 2021
- 3 min
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, 2021
- 3 min
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
- Aug 1, 2021
- 2 min
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, 2021
- 4 min
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, 2021
- 3 min
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, 2021
- 3 min
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, 2020
- 5 min
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...
fields1026
- Dec 7, 2020
- 2 min
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
- Nov 1, 2020
- 6 min
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
- Aug 27, 2020
- 3 min
The Indecency of Silence
We have passed the time for silence We have passed the complacency of safety and sanctuary. We can no longer convince ourselves that...
Greg Fields
- Jun 7, 2020
- 4 min
A Country In Need of Repair
I spent Saturday morning embedding bricks into the muddy rim of our garden, the first layer of a decorative divider that would highlight...
Greg Fields
- May 19, 2020
- 5 min
The Measure of Greatness
I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through corridors of light, where...
Greg Fields
- Nov 20, 2019
- 4 min
A 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 Fields
- Dec 26, 2018
- 4 min
Hymn to a Cold Virginia Morning
Doesn’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...