Spiritual Conversion Amongst The Tír Go Maith
-A Missionary’s Memoir- Mr. Coffey passed some several months on what he called “that black, bedevilled, sweltered isle,” the tiny, tropic mass that floats still visible, just, off the coast of Kerry. He analysed its rocks and its heavy vegetation and moved, unharmed, amongst its pasty-skinned and sad-eyed people. The tropic forestry out there is [...]
A Quintessence Of Dust
“I suffer in a country where all of the trees are black and where the flowers have no perfume.” Brittaine set the soft, pink azaleas in the shadow of the still-fresh stone, where the soil stayed upturned some few months on. Molloy was just behind her, with a low-hanging head, and she turned to him [...]
Reggie Chamberlain-King’s Recurring Dream #23
I have a dream… I Stan sank his hari-kari blade into the envelope and, with a right, then upward motion, plied it apart. Inside, a number of small note pages were folded, one within others and upon each was an urgent handscrawl. Handwritten contents always require scrutiny, for they are, invariably, of greater importance than [...]
