<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Greg Fields]]></title><description><![CDATA[Greg Fields]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2026 19:08:59 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.gregfields.net/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Dignity of the Streets]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thousands demonstrate in Minnesota and across US to protest ICE Toni Morrison wrote, “ "There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language." Language, really, is all I have now, the only avenue for heartbreak, for rage, and, in the end, for hope.   I lived in Minneapolis for ten years, the most remarkable years of my life. It was there that I met a woman who saw something in me that I could never have seen in myself,...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/the-dignity-of-the-streets</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697e693d45fce64fde1cbcb0</guid><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2026 19:30:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_4d7b2dddafee431a8810df97acf8d9f4~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_800,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[International Dublin Writers Festival ---    Why We Write (Excerpt)]]></title><description><![CDATA[…….And now for the real reason, one which becomes more and more apparent every day. Especially during a time when we’re surrounded by...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/why-we-write-excerpt-from-september-international-dublin-writers-festival</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d2e72abb3ee0c0b362f64e</guid><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2025 18:39:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_3e7702cfc3634dd39a4280094b9cfb79~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_656,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rhythm Lost]]></title><description><![CDATA[When she was a young girl Rosie Carter loved to dance.  Her small body would sway to the slightest hint of music – a bird’s song, or the...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/rhythm-lost</link><guid isPermaLink="false">686d39a1f04dc635589aa3e3</guid><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2025 15:34:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_90c643d03fd443e891b219db34a7cf57~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_770,h_433,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Willie in the Wind]]></title><description><![CDATA[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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/willie-in-the-wind</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6845e3793f9d19c9670accfb</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 19:26:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_ab4a80d368f740c18e4de31e70c67681~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_454,h_255,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Coldest of Places]]></title><description><![CDATA[The snow came bitterly the winter after Willie Meadows buried his mother, the winds blowing so hard that the flakes felt like tiny...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/the-coldest-of-places</link><guid isPermaLink="false">679122b5b64e0286f4334c6c</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jan 2025 16:59:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_0f13bd002f6148a7a740882112572458~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_273,h_220,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stairway to Heaven]]></title><description><![CDATA[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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/stairway-to-heaven</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65ca2eaef3fd2e5bf4c5ed01</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2024 14:47:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_d39b90252a9f4dc0a57271684d1c19f8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_349,h_233,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Sins of the Fathers]]></title><description><![CDATA[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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/the-sins-of-the-fathers</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64e50ade526b62bdc33e25ba</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2023 19:24:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_40a582eddc2348aea88da844a5def0f5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_395,h_222,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Cooing of the Mourning Doves]]></title><description><![CDATA[Cooney turned his back to the rising sun and made his way down wind-blown streets littered with shreds of newspaper and fast-food...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/the-cooing-of-the-mourning-doves</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64299e8d67ea117870f6a943</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2023 15:28:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_72a57c47133842b9b1221e556a24f84d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_782,h_374,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the Shadows of Moonlight]]></title><description><![CDATA[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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/in-the-shadows-of-moonlight</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63cbff43728d991701b5b321</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2023 15:18:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_740fe8210e2b4c428f858a75ca9883da~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_770,h_530,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Living in a Free State]]></title><description><![CDATA[Vanity of Vanities; all is Vanity – Ecclesiastes 1:2 Another day to the streets, the crawling, creeping, beeping streets and those who...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/living-in-a-free-state</link><guid isPermaLink="false">634361886ba5943767e0792e</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2022 00:13:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_c86bdac632804d1792a558e2b899e21d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_362,h_227,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To See Through the Dark]]></title><description><![CDATA[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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/to-see-through-the-dark</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62cadd14e96fadfa35ca890f</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2022 14:11:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_90ab802c6ac84774bc08638b38b9d556~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_393,h_172,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Bit of Heat, A Bit of Light]]></title><description><![CDATA[Winter swept into an April night like a vapor, crawling under doorways and wafting itself into the air, chilling what it touched and...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/a-bit-of-heat-a-bit-of-light</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62766241d2a14538ddc05f7f</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2022 12:16:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_e2d3c0fbc27e41a3a85548cf0b475012~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_199,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Notes of an Invisible Man]]></title><description><![CDATA[‘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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/notes-of-an-invisible-man</link><guid isPermaLink="false">622ca0efed6dd844e0ff8596</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 13:46:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_59c3118849ca4fd491c00c0f03f88e16~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_915,h_915,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Black Hand, and Nothing To It]]></title><description><![CDATA[The glass was almost empty now, nothing but the crispy bits of ice chips floating in the final puddle at the bottom.  Donal Mannion...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/the-black-hand-and-nothing-to-it</link><guid isPermaLink="false">61e0c1c6123ea400164785b5</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2022 00:23:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_77721ef012b04a489768187495907c04~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_845,h_634,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cleaning the Shattered Bits]]></title><description><![CDATA["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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/cleaning-the-shattered-bits</link><guid isPermaLink="false">61412b32e364e200169fb22e</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2021 23:13:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_ef2069bf1d9a425ea955f71e2e72a6ae~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_289,h_288,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the Blurring]]></title><description><![CDATA[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,...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/in-the-blurring</link><guid isPermaLink="false">611d9763143a7b00159ded3b</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2021 23:33:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_a61d3afade8e4616ac2df041c5661533~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_332,h_250,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dancing with Anna Livia]]></title><description><![CDATA[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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/dancing-with-anna-livia</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6111c4632028ac0015b36dc9</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2021 00:15:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_b0ce52a9e8184bb69b7c37d3cc112592~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_266,h_198,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Summer in the City]]></title><description><![CDATA[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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/summer-in-the-city</link><guid isPermaLink="false">610b17e79987bb001523706d</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2021 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_704fc50bb71e4fcb9bc02d5d76b48775~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_325,h_217,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[             Angels In The Dark Days]]></title><description><![CDATA[In early April in 1994 a missile shot up from the hillsides near the Kigali airport and brought down a small plane holding Juvenal...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/angels-in-the-dark-days</link><guid isPermaLink="false">606cac0d0483420015dad47a</guid><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2021 18:48:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/71a29a_2b596ba7801944b8ba145c1f97465df9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_740,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>fields1026</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Everything Slips Through These Cold Fingers]]></title><description><![CDATA[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...]]></description><link>https://www.gregfields.net/post/everything-slips-through-these-cold-fingers</link><guid isPermaLink="false">610b17323c86770015f9f518</guid><category><![CDATA[IWC Stories ]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2021 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/823b8d_0e2bd939d9cb4841a810343b0e7415b1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_365,h_474,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Greg Fields</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>