Author Matthew Heneghan

Another sleepless night. Another night where the loudest thing in the city are my thoughts, and the occasional wail of a passing siren. As I sit beneath the veil of darkness, slowly consuming from my tea cup, my broken mind navigates the catacombs of memory. My mind has become an…

I found myself staring today. Staring through a pane of glass of a well tread coffee shop. I fixated to a point on the sidewalk. A meaningless patch of pavement. My eyes transfixed to a crack in stone. A point through time. Though, in my surroundings I know it is…

A few moments ago, I rose from my pillow. My eyes wide and piercing. I navigated my gaze through the dimly lit ambiance of my room to remind myself of where I was – home. My breathing was shallow and panicked. My chest thumped from the inside, my heart was…

The first snowfall of the season visited my city today. Hefty, angelic flakes swung through the air as they fell carelessly from the sky. That sharp chill could be felt with each one that landed upon your skin. That unmistakeable crunch of compacting snow beneath traipsing footsteps could be heard…

As I tilt my head back, and look upwards towards the sky, through the holes in the clouds I can see stars shining through. They are hung limitlessly high, and dazzle with a sparkle unmatched. It is when I return my gaze downward, that the limitless low of grief settles…

Tis’ the season. Christmas is here and that is what people say but, to be honest with you, I am not even sure what that means this year. Nothing about right now feels at all like Christmas. The streets are still baron and dull in color. There are no soft-falling…

I heard my mother’s voice this morning. The euphonious echo within my ear drew an end to my restless slumber. I heard it as clear as I can hear anything. It was as though she was right beside me. The sad reality is though, my mother is gone. At 09:25…

I recently returned from London Ontario, where I had been for a scheduled appointment with the VA (Veterans Affairs). While I was there, I was confronted by an agglomeration of paper work that housed poignant questionnaires that I was to answer honestly. And honestly, I did. What was left after…

Our day would end with 2.5 hours of overtime, followed by a long night at the bar with a whiskey glass that never ran empty. Before that though, it would see us standing within a basement office, sandwiched between a dead man in a chair, and a bereaved inconsolable woman.…

This evening, at a relatively “normal” time, I found myself contemplating going to bed. Now, what’s unique about this, is not that I contemplated going to bed, but rather that both my body, and my usually troublesome mind, seemed to be in agreement – that it was bed time. I…