Delaney. Part IV

“On the ship yesterday,” Ash says. “From Liverpool. There were a group of people kept in steerage. I saw them as I poked about the ship before I was chased off. Then again as they were offloading.” “Yes, I processed the whole lot of new arrivals when they came in yesterday. Eight of them.” “Processed?”…

Delaney. Part III

Less than two hours walk to the south of Dunleer sits the town of Drogheda. From there the River Boyne flows out into the Irish Sea. It is a convenient location for those in England to ship their old, their infirm, and their mentally ill to a place the polite refer to as a, “Care…

Delaney. Part II

“I was … I was …” she stammers. “He’s a bloody human child not an animal!” “Yes mum. I mean, yes sir.” “You’re the chore maiden, come to help my wife?” “Yes sir.”  And the man grabs Delaney by her arm lifting her from the stool. “Come with me you little devil!” And the girl…

Delaney. Part I

“It’s too hot, Sister.” Delaney is accustomed to the rough dressing at the hands of Sister Mary Eunice who yanks the tattered wool sweater down over the seven-year-old’s raised arms, lifted as in surrender. Lamplight bounces from her cheeks which are flush like a furnace. It’s still dark, barely past five thirty. Her curly dark…

I Killed A Man On Monday

I killed a man on Monday As I prayed to God for safety My knee upon his neck Interceding for protection From all who look like him Loitering in my neighborhood Choking him with my ungodly fear I killed a man on Monday As I studied his tragic past Kneeling down to look more closely…