It was a privilege to brave a Zoom reading of three pieces from There Are No Fixed Stars at the Irish Writers Centre’s first online
Category: Writing
The Lost Words: A Short Story with Film by Emma Hynes
In a room in Dublin, on a wet Friday in February 2020, a collection of people gathered to read, sing, listen and share at the
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Forty – Time to Fly
I stood on the precipice and wonderedIf I might,In my own small way,Take flight.I looked at what was beforeMe, thenDown.And now,There is onlyOut –And next,There
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Nine – Loss
We shall never pass this way againAnd I feel the lossAs grief. By Emma Hynes This image and story are part of a project I have
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Eight – Pride
I imagine the most vulnerable part of a birdIs beneath its wing;The one place hidden when perched.When I think of howTheir flight dependsOn its exposure,I
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Seven – Joy
I look at this photograph, and I see joy –That it is possible to raise your armsIn found sunlightAnd feel glad;Despite low tide,And the loss
