Author Matthew Heneghan

The lambency casting forth from the screen of my phone that lay beside me, told me that it was exactly 04:26 AM. The deep, burdensome, weight of fatigue that rested in my bones told me that I had not been asleep for nearly long enough to warrant anything called rest.…

We arrived at the quiet family home, surrounded by a guardian of trees. They lined the winding and dust-covered driveway. Plumes of pale earth kicked out from beneath our rolling tires, and billowed high into the air from behind our moving ambulance. We were let inside and lead by a…

I was awake and lying on my bunk within the barracks. As I lay on my back, I draped one arm lazily over my face in an attempt to block out the ambient light of the vexatious street lamp outside. The standard issue curtains did little to stop its intrusive…

***Written quickly, and not edited. Just needed to vent.***   Through my career as a paramedic, I have listened to many a despondent person speak of suicide, while revealing tales steeped with insurmountable sadness. I have had the misfortune of holding, and reading suicide notes that are left behind by…

The screen door let loose a metallic groan as I pulled on its weathered handle. It was a dark and muggy summer’s night so, the more the door pried open, the more odorous the outside became with the contents that filled this broken-down trailer home. It was so potent, that…

“Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.”  I have always been drawn to what Oppenheimer said that fateful day some lifetimes ago. I think mainly due to its poignancy and unflinching honesty. As I have grown with age and my career expanded upon by experience, I find myself…

I woke suddenly this morning. My eyes opened and I was shot into the world. The reason for my abrupt stoppage of sleep is unknown. Not out of the ordinary, just, unknown. I was not woken by a nightmare, of that I am certain. However, the thoughts that began ghosting…

I had just finished playing some online games with my friends as well as my brother. As per the nightly ritual, and as per the ritual of online gaming, a headset was dawned and we were all conversing with an upbeat and enthusiastic tone on a wide range of topics.…

On my blog, there is line upon line of lettering that come together and share personal tales of experience and circumstance. Most of what you read is less than ‘cheer-y’ and I make no apologies for that. The experiences have been what they have been and they have left their…

I was once told that I have a distorted view of the world. That I see the world through a sort melancholy. A kind of dystopia. Instead of seeing the potential for greener grass, I see only deepening charcoals and fading blacks. It’s true, that this is how I see…