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Selection of articles written between 2005 and today.
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Takk – Sigor Ros
Jim fell and fell, and tumbled over, head over heels. Below him clouds and above him blue sky, and these images followed one another in rapid succession as he fell. Wind rushed in his ears. He punched his leg to make sure he was awake and this movement sent him tumbling again. He was on… Read more
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Crimson – Alkaline Trio
Across town, in an office above a shoe repair shop, Joe McSavage lit another cigarette and ripped the yellowed nicotine patch off his shoulder. He sat sweating in his vest, his shirt and jacket were on the other side of the room, hanging on the same hook his hat was propped on. The walls were… Read more
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Irish Election – 2007
Times wus hard. Real hard. When I had ta sell Molley, I made sure and promised her I’d take care a tha kids. ‘Steve’, she said, ‘Steve’, tears collectin’ in her eyes as some mother gunned a muscle car, readin’ to take her away. ‘Take care a little Suzie and Steve Jr. You’ll watch em… Read more
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Make Magazine
In the quiet of the basement, Garvin readied his machine. It was round and flat, shelled in hard plastic, with a thin wide gap like the mouth of a clam. High up on the wall, half open skylights let drizzle through to wet the basement floor. On the old steel work-bench his calculations sat, twinkling… Read more
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David Firth
Butterfingers perched despondently in his highchair. His slick, waist length hair cresting the seatback, a brunette film. His dirty face was streaked with tears. Once more the voice came, dulled by the heavy oaken door. ’Choody? Choody it’s me’. Butterfingers shivered, and not for the first time, or the last, wished he still had a… Read more
Gareth Stack 