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Stephen Jaques
An Accidental Author


Lunatics & Space Age Watches
Why use a thousand words when eleven will do..... Lunatics & Space Age Watches. Can’t we just be the same?

Stephen Jaques
Jun 191 min read


Number Eleven
Number 11 Hi kids — Here's a quick question Go and ask your mum Why is number eleven Not called onety-one? Go on then. Off you go. 'Lunatics & Space Age Watches' collection.

Stephen Jaques
Jun 181 min read


The Tramps IQ
I’ll save a life this morning The value that of mine Your suit, my rags Blend into one Arrival just in time The fate that it’s my doorway That you pass by each day Sip from your cup Don’t look down Just look the other way So here we are, you’re ninety-nine. But I’m infinity. This CPR. Through rotten teeth. You’ll live because of me....... From the 'Lunatics & Space Age Watches' collection

Stephen Jaques
Jun 171 min read


The Barn Door Stayed Closed - Prologue
Let me introduce Alex......Twelve-years-old......Trauma has just come and found him Grandad never let the barn door stay shut. Not even the time when the snow was that bad Dad said to close everything up tight. “A closed barn is no use to man nor beast,” Grandad said, doing that thing with his hands when he learns me important farming stuff. This morning the door is closed. Proper closed. Padlocked closed. My wellies make sucking noises in the mud. They’re my new ones, but I’

Stephen Jaques
Jun 173 min read


The Juggernaut
A little Wednesday wordplay poem. - The Juggernaut. Taken from my 'Lunatics & Space Age Watches' series

Stephen Jaques
Jun 171 min read


Clonfert - Synopsis
September 10th 1845. Newmarket, County Cork, Ireland. Brigid Moynahan picks up a pen. She is educated, bilingual, married with two children. A woman of quiet capability in a world that is about to collapse around her. The Great Famine has arrived at her door and she does what comes naturally — she writes everything down. Every detail. Every loss. Every day that passes without enough food and without enough hope. She keeps writing until she can no longer hold the pen. She dies

Stephen Jaques
Jun 152 min read


Clonfert
It took one hundred and eighty years to heal the source. September 10th 1845. A woman in County Cork picks up a pen. September 10th 2025. A woman in Illinois opens her back door. Between them — one hundred and eighty years. Seven women. One thread. And a sentence that has been travelling through time for longer than anyone knew. Clonfert — Coming 2027. Currently seeking traditional publication. Brigid Moynahan is a woman in Newmarket, County Cork. Educated, bilingual, married

Stephen Jaques
Jun 151 min read
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