Stories in Kerry

Ireland, nature, Prose

Beneath giants in winter...

by Evan Payne

Kerry — This is a quiet cathedral, missing its roof. Winter has forced these giant trees into frozen form, leaving the ground and me exposed to the wind and rain. These Irish winters keep my feet wet, and I...

Ireland, childhood, Prose

Today, I taught my child to say "ephemeral".

by Evan Payne

Kerry — I remember when I first learned that marvellous, heartbreaking word. It was while reading Le Petit Prince, and the word was “éphémère”. Our teacher helped us grasp the meaning by comparing it to a s...

Prose, Ireland, Autumn

Last autumn, I saw you from the woods.

by Evan Payne

Kerry — It wasn’t cold, I can remember no scarf, and my hands weren’t shaking as I took the photograph. The trees were all around changing colours, and their mood infected my own as I watched your windows fo...

Prose, Weather, Ireland

Dreary day at home today. The weather is atrocious, and that's not hyperbole. Wish I could see the sun again.

by Evan Payne

Kerry — Its the sort of day that lends itself to writing haikus, not because you feel particularly poetic, but because you lack the vitamin-D to speak in more than occasional, terse sentences. Its a grey day...

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