Author Archives: Bill Fitzsimons

Let those who are in favour with their stars set out upon a journey round the moon; cast aside restraint, break through the bars of brittle caution. Life must end too soon and choices disappear like Autumn mist. So gird … Continue reading →

guilty as charged – kissing the gunner’s daughter without priming her the gunner’s daughter matched me salvo for salvo till our rounds were spent combined fire-power ensured this was more than just a shot in the dark! Bill Fitzsimons

Blowing in the wind, but there are no answers here: here, where the birds are silent and the forest keeps its secrets. A young woman’s body turning gently in a winter breeze; the creaking branch from which she hangs; the … Continue reading →

For days the ocean has unleashed its ire, a frenzy born of elemental spite – winds have raged that will not cease or tire till all’s consumed in endless, blackest night. The waves break fiercely on the rocks, and spray … Continue reading →

Child bending over flowers: a perfect picture of Pre-Lapsarian innocence; the product of a painter’s palette and a yearning for the simplicities of life before the long fall from grace. Oh, child—you do not know, nor should you, that you, … Continue reading →

With apologies to Credance Clearwater Revival I am loup garou, shape – changer, werewolf. When the full moon silvers the earth, my bones begin to warp, ligaments crack and lengthen and my skin furs over. My jaw twists and groans, … Continue reading →

A very free translation from the Irish. I drive north into hill country, the hard breast of the hills; the car straining over the slopes, yielding to the inexorable authority of the gears. The way is difficult, the weather uncertain, … Continue reading →

Just another night in the sleepless city. The call came in around midnight – cheap hotel, Lower East Side, dead female. The uniforms kept the other residents at bay, as me and my partner, Detective Gennaro, looked at the body … Continue reading →

Summer-strolling in the park, my pal Keith and I; he, outwardly confident, brash; I, awkward and shy. Two fifteen-year olds, our adolescent hormones fueling us with teenage fantasies and indiscriminate lust. Mooching aimlessly, we ambled in hot sunlight along pathways, … Continue reading →