It’s like one day you’re just living your life in a haze of teenage emotions. Wandering the streets of your hometown aimlessly with your best friend. Getting caught up in adolescent arguments and then suddenly, you have a feeling that something is gonna change your life for good.
The House Light enters the dismal corridor once more and I watch as she walks in. The third time today. Her voice echoes around the house, interrupting the silence which seems to be a permanent resident here these days. Making small talk with a middle aged couple, she moves into the first room making … More The House | Writing
A ballad I wrote last year inspired by Patrick Kavanagh’s ‘Raglan Road’, hope you enjoy! There was a girl that I once knew, I never could recall, If she held my hand in the way That I clasped hers so small.