Seán Megahey

Night sky slowly retreats. Bright light-blue tinge creeps in. Day breaks. Sun rises. Another day wends its way, towards twilight, …

A sudden slap of cold wind hits my face. A gust of steely rain stings my eyes, drags me from …

As lockdown loosens, I’m getting more uptight. I’m talking back to people on the radio. Not merely responding to what …

A loud smattering of hailstones ends twelve weeks of sun and drought. Short lived, they yield to fat dollops of …