Sunday, June 27, 2021

Perspective

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  My house is a box; I move from bed to table to television and back, bed to table to television and back. From above I am a mouse sc...
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Wednesday, June 23, 2021

Goya

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Goya from The Disasters of War Goya Of course not! Of course no one that ever cracked open a head has seen a symphony pour out. No execution...
Sunday, June 20, 2021

Our Finest Belonging

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  Sorolla - The Siesta When we lay there, our bodies were grass, a sea of meadow, the sweep of wind carrying us along, flowers of rye. W...
Thursday, June 17, 2021

Magical Ride

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  The countries of the world are passing over; seas in sunlight; streamers of islands, far-off volcanic chains stippled on a sere...
Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Beauty

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  You thful beauty: what a treasure that wa s, like snow. Settled on y our fac e, extended wings a moment, then flew. T he sk...
Thursday, June 10, 2021

Bluebells

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  Bluebells in memory of Peter 1929 ‒ 2021 We had watched the bluebells arriving in ones and twos, clusters then crowds; the ir...
Wednesday, June 9, 2021

Walking through summer's

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  swathes of bluebells, setting rain and sunlight ringing or, perhaps, languorous lanterns spilling moonlit midnight onto the ocean f...
Sunday, June 6, 2021

Screaming

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  You were screaming. I looked inside, a child was using the cavern of your mouth. H er agitation, its minute ness caused laug...
Friday, June 4, 2021

I said to my daughter

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  His gentleness now stone; she, her love, a tree; the bark climbed her body till, finally, her eyes were shut; he and his anger now ...
Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Whitethorn

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  Sometimes you come from what is now a long time ago, and you are smiling; that was a different world, and your smile belongs to then....
Monday, May 31, 2021

Life Passing

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  Stand where you are, absorb the view; a full life, fully lived, is a regarded life. Otherwise it passes like a train; waved a...
Friday, May 28, 2021

Statement

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  I cannot tell the difference between fire and ice nor love and hate when I am with you; I suspect there’s none. All is passion, life ...
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Thursday, May 27, 2021

An Alien Invasion

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  Today seeds claimed the city. Millions, perhaps billions, drifted through the streets like an alien invasion. Nonchalantly they fl...
Tuesday, May 25, 2021

The Touch

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  I touch the surface; it touches me, my finger. The worry of water passes through me as laughter; the whole world convulses and beco...
Sunday, May 23, 2021

Barnesmore Gap in Poetry and Pictures

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  Recently I had a query, ‘ Anyone have a copy of a poem by Fr Leo Muldoon published in 1952/53 called the Desecration of Barnesmore Gap?’ ...