Slaughter of Innocence

From Albeycin to Alhambra (Hayes) In the twilight of a summer evening the Alhambra’s shadow cast a gloom, sweet voices from the shade arose, the sunshine voice of youth. I couldn’t sit, I sank to listen to songs of promise and belief, crumpled in a forlorn heap, I longed for songs of love and lore…Read more Slaughter of Innocence

Brown Bread (a short story)

In the kitchen of his home the aroma of freshly baked bread wrapped itself around you like a warm, fragrant blanket. It rose from the stove cooker in the scullery and from the top of the dresser by the kitchen window where his Mammy had laid out that day's baking to sit and breathe.