Available for freelance writing commissions on a variety of subjects including family history, nostalgic Belfast and its famous people, shops, shoppers & shopping, the golden age of Hollywood (esp westerns) and humorous pieces on life's weird and wonderful. Op-eds, columns, non-fiction book reviews too.
CV of published material available on request.
firstname.lastname@example.org & @JoeCushnan
The story goes ......
...... that when Tammy Wynette told her first husband
she was taking the three kids and leaving him,
to drive their beat-up station wagon to Nashville,
Euple Byrd (his real and comedy name) asked
why she was going there.
"To become a star."
The chronic, scathing Byrd spat: "Dream on."
With a CV of church singing and harmonising,
and a teardrop-sob in her voice, she made records,
hits of love, loneliness, heartache, heartbreak, divorce,
of being a woman, standing by her man, her men.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a bus driver,
a priest, an actor, maybe a writer when I grew up,
but I was never damned with any tight-lipped sneering
“Dream on” dripping with sarcasm.
My mother and several others, but especially my mother,
encouraged my dreams as mothers do,
even though I never drove a bus, wore a collar, trod the boards,
dreams of writer’s fame long gone.
Years after splitting, Euple Byrd asked
the famous Tammy Wynette for an autograph.