Author Matthew Heneghan

There is a stir in the water that captivates me. I stand as statue, glaring and losing myself in the abyss of circulating water. It was the orange that handcuffed me at first, then a piercing blue followed by the subtle emeralds that mimic ocean floor. All of this, while…

“I get in at shortly after eight your time… come pick me up and then we will hangout for a couple of hours. It’d be good to see you, Henny.” I listened to his words as they slid in through the holes of my phone. I acknowledged what he had…

I hung up the phone and fell back against the pillows of the couch. An ensorcelled smile befell me. It was subtle at first, but inch by whimsical inch, it expanded and crawled from ear to ear. I even let free a jovial chuckle of incredulity. The thoughts encircling my…

As a paramedic, especially one ailing from trauma, it becomes easy to get lost in the weighted depth of calls and bad outcomes. But being a paramedic is not all doom and gloom. I’d say it’s 90% mundane, followed by 10% insanity! For me, that 10% really stuck. Both as…

I once had a beer with Abraham Lincoln. I’ve shared a pint with Charlie Chaplin. Chuck, if you know him well enough. I gawked in utter mystification at the illusionary stylings of the one and only, Harry Houdini. I’ve dined lavishly next to dignitaries, and I have sipped bottomless pitchers…

The morning started off like so many before it; with me panting and panicking, desperately hoping to find my next breath. A nightmare. A twisted contort of the mind. The ebonized sky of night, peering in through the window was the first thing to welcome me back from the horrid…