I can’t believe the news today

I can’t close my eyes and make it go away

How long, how long must we sing this song

How long, how long

Tonight, we can be as one, tonight.

Ardoyne was no place for a boy like me … or like any other for that matter.

What seems like just another job brings about changes to the young life of Sally Saunders changes she could never have foreseen…
Extract from my first novel.

What could happen when your life is shaken up and the comfortable life you were used to living becomes so different and unexpected.

A poem that radiates my vision of growing up in Belfast (NI) …. just one mans view!

1988.

In the autumn of 1981, I met and interviewed several IRA relatives of the Maze Prison hunger strikers. I also photographed some of them. Some of the events described here were recorded in my report for the Columbia Missourian a few week’s later. My paternal grandmother was a Fitzgerald, so I’ve long been interested in the Irish, and have written extensively about them.

A tale of friendship with a bad personal ending that I felt should finally be told to commemorate him.

The humor when we don’t pay attention to what we are doing, saying and yes, even thinking.