Florence Heyhoe

By Florence HeyhoeCounty Down, Northern Ireland fewer butterflies—places at the tableemptied by war 

By Florence HeyhoeCounty Down, Northern Ireland Looking at both cars, he doesn’t see any damage. His door barely touched the one alongside, but this was enough to awaken the roaring bull inside who—primed and looking for a fight—leaps to his feet shouting, ‘Go back to your own country. You’re not from here. You’re nothing but a f…ing paedophile.’ The situation heats up and becomes more threatening. He has the wherewithal to phone the police. While they wait, the antagonist draws blood by scoring his nose with his car keys. ‘‘Officer, this man here assaulted me.’’ october morninga world so broken the…

By Florence HeyhoeCounty Down, Northern Ireland “Your father was a great man,” said Theadora,  “He used to stay at our house, he fished up Gortin way with my husband, they would talk for hours; they were good friends.”  slippery eelssizzling in the pancaught netted I know better. I have seen him cross the line at times teasing cats: tumbling into cruelty. He told me a story once of a Siamese that sprung at him from the top of a door, sinking in teeth and claws on landing. Serves him right. He beat the living daylights out of my brother, locked…

By Florence HeyhoeCounty Down, Northern Ireland He took the children in his arms . . . and blessed them I watch her marching into the middle of the road, wearing a white coat carrying her lollipop. The traffic parts like the Red Sea and the children cross over safely. Some walk hand in hand others skip. Most smile but a few are scowling on their way to school. There are other places where they take children, herded like cattle, delivered. Crossed over to sordid places, devoid of smiles. Here, there, everywhere, congregations of lecherous deviants drool and throw silver coins. …

By Florence HeyhoeWarrenpint, County Down, Northern Ireland If this town were a set of teeth I would recommend a visit to the dentist for it is full of gaps. However, the hotel on the main street sparkles like a polished molar, after a recent renovation. It seems out of place amidst this yawning emptiness. The people I knew as a child long dead: the school teacher who beat and threatened the children, the grocer brothers in their brown coats … who were fond of young boys, the man, from the tick tock shop where the musty smell lingered. Many buildings…

by Florence HeyhoeCounty Down, North Ireland bleeding skies children playing  in mine fields

by Florence HeyhoeCounty Down, North Ireland predators  on the web  trafficking