The Quiet Man House
‘The Quiet Man’ is one of those films that made a significant impression on me as a child. I first watched it at my Aunty and Uncle’s house, marvelling at the fact that here was John Wayne, in a role that didn’t require a cowboy hat or studded boots. He seemed more vulnerable somehow, still…
Starfish: Flash Fiction by K. S. Moore
As a starfish, I am pointy, shiny and spirited, with a zest for water. The tank allows me to see out into the world without taking part. I can float and watch and wait. The only problem occurs when a handler introduces me to a child.
Galway Atlantaquaria – The Experience
As a child, I always associated aquariums with magic. There is certainly a mysterious quality to creatures who live underwater and it can be fascinating to see them up close and learn about their habits. Galway Atlantaquaria gave us our first opportunity to introduce our baby daughter to some of these creatures.
The Cliffs of Moher
Our first family holiday – myself, hubs, our baby, and The Cliffs of Moher. Although the weather was rather grey and an edgy wind accompanied us, it seemed fitting as we breathed in the landscape, the sheer scale of the cliffs and their brooding, domineering presence. Tourists swarmed in all directions. Any time we paused…
River Walking in Kilmacthomas
I find the river. I feel the walk beneath my soles. The sky holds a spreading heat and I follow the light into the water, where it dapples, moves through green weed and over stones. A fish startles to life and I see him flick through the depths.
Outside the Window
Waterford Writers’ Weekend is fast approaching and I will be leading a workshop called ‘Get Flashy with Fiction’ on Saturday, May 9th. The workshop will run from 10.30 am until 12.30 pm at Central Library, Waterford.
Rediscovering The Sea
I wanted to go to the sea, realised I hadn’t been in almost a year. Why? I love the sea. I grew up with it. I think it was something to do with being pregnant. In the first trimester, I felt sick and scared about what was going to happen to my body. In the…
Bouquet: Flash Fiction by K. S. Moore
The pale yellow, shell-like construction of a daffodil . . . My niece presents me with the flower, along with a handful of catkins. The catkins draw my senses with their animal texture and my heart twists. This pure gesture stands out as my world continues to revolve with change. I take a sheet of…
The Wind that Shook the Daffodils
The Wind that Shook the Daffodils: A Memory Story by K. S. Moore The St David’s Day concert was one of the highlights of the Primary School Year. We got to wear our Welsh costumes. For the girls, an elaborate ensemble comprising of a white blouse, shawl and red skirt, topped off with a lace…