Michael Halloran

Joined November 2021

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Educator. Writer. Appleman.

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I remember ...
I remember when written words had to be deemed worthy before being published. I remember when the night sky was
By Michael Halloran3 years ago in Poets
The Crossroads
A man stands at an intersection in the middle of nowhere. He slowly turns 360 degrees, drinking in the expansive gently rolling panorama in all directions. Fields of golden grain, some green fallow paddocks; some patches of red cultivated soil, other fields exploding with sunflowers.
By Michael Halloran3 years ago in Longevity
Mother's Secrets
Dear Mum There is a secret that you never knew about me. Ironically, the secret is this: I was aware of your closely guarded secrets long before you passed away. Two of your biggest secrets, anyway (God knows how many there really are).
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Confessions
Ah, Edinburgh!
One’s impressions of any travel destination are influenced by many variables around a visit there: the mood you are in, the weather, who you are with, how long you have been travelling.
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Wander
My 62nd birthday
Before I’m accused of self-pity, I’m going to acknowledge straight up that my life is good. Better than many. I’m a fortunate person.
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in The Swamp
Concrete Stairs
I met you on concrete stairs. You wouldn’t look at me. You'd like to rewrite history and delete the part with me in it.
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Poets
There you were
A new school year underway: returning to the workplace joviality - some genuine, some forced - catching up on vacation gossip
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Poets
Tap, tap.
I snuggle deeply under the quilt, warm and heavy with sleep. Somewhere, deep in my dreams, I become aware of a gentle but insistent tapping on my left shoulder.
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Fiction
Confession of a retiring teacher
I never particularly liked children. Had I been working in a warehouse, or picking apples on an orchard, this would not have posed a problem at all.
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Education
Sometimes
Sometimes I want to sell up and move to an apartment in central Rome. I will drink strong coffees that are made and served with gusto.
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Confessions
Lonely at the top
My aunt is a barn owl. Not literally, of course. That’d be weird (and I’d probably have a larger head, flatter face and feathers protruding out of my butt, given the genetic link we share).
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Families
Covid Guilt
Pack of toilet rolls tucked under my left arm, I exit the supermarket and make my way to the travellator. It’s when I’m heading downwards towards the exit that I first notice.
By Michael Halloran4 years ago in Longevity