memories – LINDSAY EVELYN GROVES.

FIND ME IN WHITEGATE

Across the pub a man slips off his barstool. His steps are soft as he inches closer. He heard me ask the bartender about the Copithorne name. “Copithorne, you say? You’re asking about the Copithornes?” The deep wrinkles on his face almost hide his gentle eyes. He’s never left this 20-house town, I think, andContinue reading “FIND ME IN WHITEGATE”

LOVE IN COUNTY CLARE

Now it’s the reflection of the streetlights on the dark, rain-soaked road of Lisdoonvarna that come to mind from that first night. There’s also the calming feeling from the silence before the faint notes of the festival’s band float by us. Kirsten is walking beside me on our way to the pub. We’ve been onContinue reading “LOVE IN COUNTY CLARE”

THE BOOTS

I cried about the boots last night. I was back in this city for a couple hours when the memory came for me—like it hunted me to haunt me. I know the high of my distractions must come with the suffocating undertow of grief. This time it was the boots. The memory finds Nick wellContinue reading “THE BOOTS”

LEGENDS CORNER

We had one meal that day. After 15 hours for this overnight mission, we sat by the river and split a pizza between the two of us, staring at strangers getting drunk or high from a cough syrup shaped bottle. I could hear the music pouring from the doorways on Broadway — thick and sweetContinue reading “LEGENDS CORNER”