FIELDS OF HINDSIGHT

  There are fields beyond the trees, fertile fields never turned or sewn, ploughed or pillaged, lands his course never crossed. If he had hindsight would he still till the same lands, plant the same roots, seek substance in the same sunlight, find a farmer’s favour with the familiar falling rain? If he had hindsight […]

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THE MATTER OF THE MUCK

  The Americans and the British were bent on finding Jim Morrison while the Irish and the Japanese, for some reason, longed to add new kisses to the now ball-less Sphinx lingering over the long decayed body of Wilde, who probably watched down over their stupidity and offered a wicked wand of wit as their […]

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IRELAND, THE EMERALD AND I

Reposting this oldie about Ireland for Saint Patrick’s Day And again I found myself, of a morning, that morning, on a winding road, once more, meandering like a stream, before it opened up to unveil a vast expanse of stillness where brook and lake entwined, where rugged roads wandered into wilder woods and the light, […]

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SUNSHINE AND SNOWFLAKES IN MONTMARTRE

I climbed you today in downpours and falling snows, no snow flake ever the same, no foot step ever similar, I climbed you today in sunlight and stealing shadows, in strokes of paint splattered in your memory by artists as foreign as they are familiar, I paused upon your steps, your streets of steps, the […]

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MINUTES MOVING

There are but minutes now, minutes in motion on metros,  minutes moving in on me, on my identity  on my mark, on my leaning, on my meaning,  meaning I am moveable like a feast, as he said, A Moveable Feast, meaning I am manageable  malleable, maybe unremarkable, mistakable. There are but minutes now,  minutes moving […]

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HEARTSTRINGS

  When I am broken I hear the strings of my heart  and its music                                         moves me. When I am mended I forget the sounds that once resounded               […]

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THE WATERS OF TED AND KARLA

Every summer for 5 years they made their way to the banks of the water. Even as a child he noticed the stillness under the breath of morning that bayed across the river as if the day and the pair of them had not yet been discovered. And it was true, in part, of them […]

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SNAKES AND SHEEP

  We slither and snake in united unison  past the signals and the stations and the beggar with his chanson, trying to get his chance on, clambering to get his way on, chancing his way on into pockets of passengers loosing patience. We slither and snake our manoeuvres  along the carriages of commuters  preoccupied by […]

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PARIS IN PICTURES

Sunday stroll to Musée du Quai Branly…   Yellow Cars Musée du quai Branly  The river, floor installation   African masks   Japanese masks   Carnival costumes, Chili   The Gardens of the museum in bloom   Neighbours peeking over My favourite building on Avenue Rapp Salamander door handles, of course Paris in Blue   All Words and Photographs […]

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