by Phil Carrick | Mar 13, 2025 | Uncategorized
Writer Phil Carrick on the death of her mother and how a walk in Tymon Park, Dublin eased her mind and brought some perspective . . .
by Phil Carrick | Dec 31, 2022 | Published writings
The Galway Review: The Bicycle Shed - Phil CarrickIt is 1965, and a black Morris Minor drives slowly towards the school gates. Children are converging from all directions. Most of the pupils arrive on foot, with an exceptional few cycling. The only family arriving by...
by Phil Carrick | Aug 5, 2022 | Published writings
The Galway Review: Backseat Passenger - Phil Carrick In December 2015, a local woman from the outskirts of Portlaoise town contacted car mechanic Larry Kenton to pick up a car from her farmyard and arrange for its sale. Larry knows the farm well; a smallholding worked...
by Phil Carrick | Jan 21, 2022 | Published writings
Writing.ie: The Cardboard Box - Phil CarrickIn 1957, I was two years old and had three older brothers and my first sister, Anne. My mother had five children under the age of five years, and it was her pattern to place me in the big cot for my afternoon nap; it had...
by Phil Carrick | Jan 7, 2022 | Published writings
Writing.ie: The Drownings - Phil CarrickWe are two years old, me, and the little girl who drowned in the canal. When I close my eyes, darkness surrounds me. I am outside the house in the front garden. I cross over the road to the bank of the canal. Kneeling down I can...
by Phil Carrick | Sep 23, 2021 | Published writings
The Galway Review: A Woman in NeedOne Friday afternoon, at about ten minutes past five, I leave my workplace and turn right to head down a Dublin street towards my usual bus stop. After taking a few strides, a woman walking up the street, steps directly in front of...
by Phil Carrick | Nov 9, 2020 | Published writings
THE GALWAY REVIEW Phil Carrick – The Night VisitorDillonsfort Town 1979.Tim wished his brother James would just end his friendship with Delores. It was not worth the strife and tension at home. The constant barrage from his father entered his ears and not James’...
