Is that all I am, a gear? Turning and turning until I'm too old to be useful, whereupon I can be set aside to rust out of sight... My thoughts dwell in the dark this day.
Tag: hope
The Bargain Store
Alas, my little story failed to find a friend amongst the judging panel at RTE. Hopefully it will make a few acquaintances here...
An Intermission Of Sorts
The beeping has ceased, the master alarm is off and the shudders in the controls are gone... I am me once again.
The Crutch: A Poem
A load shared is a load halved...
WOLF, Chapter One: The Witch of Berges
Tomato soup was served on Wednesdays; a favourite of the Reimstadts. To make tomato soup in their kitchen’s old, black-iron cauldrons, you’d have to fetch water from the well in the castle’s courtyard five, or maybe six times. As a maid to the esteemed Reimstadts, that was expected of you.
Wisdom on the wind
A while back, RTE (Ireland's equivalent to the BBC) were holding a short story competition. Being the intrepid author that I am, I came up with a cracking little story and sent it in with the highest of hopes. This would eventually become a harsh, but necessary lesson.
Thank You: A Poem
Stiff the breeze, cold my fire Not even bones left on my pyre Trees, lucky ones with patience Patience enough for time to scatter me To those trees I hope my ashes are enough I’m sorry I wasn’t more More for you to feed and grow So eat me, digest me Return me to dust … Continue reading Thank You: A Poem
AJ Carney 