Darragh McCauslandthe still point of the turning worldLooking back, it seems significant and fortunate that I got into techno music during the first great crisis of my life. I was eleven years…Jun 3, 2022Jun 3, 2022
Darragh McCauslandmedicineAt eight forty-five in the evening, I stood at the hatch window of the medicine room, doling out little paper cups of pills to the loose…Jul 8, 2020Jul 8, 2020
Darragh McCauslandthe master of the maze‘Oh, misbegotten brood, down in this deep so hard to talk about’May 25, 2020May 25, 2020
Darragh McCauslandThis story was published in lighthouse literary journal issue 12.blurApr 22, 2020Apr 22, 2020
Darragh McCauslandthe wooden legWhen one of my granduncles died my English cousins and I spent about five hours at his wake. I felt itchy throughout, because my cousins…Jul 5, 2019Jul 5, 2019
Darragh McCauslanda random placeWithin a curve of road, in front of a forested hill with an indication of tiny white houses among its trees, a pile of logs sits on a…Jun 26, 2019Jun 26, 2019
Darragh McCauslandkells/combrayEight years old and light as a feather I used to take a running jump into my bed every night. I’d note where I leapt from the night before…Jun 18, 2019Jun 18, 2019
Darragh McCauslandthe large pineFor pretty much the entirety of my last laptop’s life (about four years) this image served as my desktop wallpaper.Jun 13, 2019Jun 13, 2019
Darragh McCauslandhalf a personMy reflection sometimes terrifies me. Mostly because it is me reflected. Not me when met head on, as you might expect, and I can do what…May 23, 20192May 23, 20192
