Between the lines and through the lens…
It might not be a white Christmas here in Paris or in Dublin, where I’m headed tomorrow, but it was once white enough to build a giant Snow Queen in the garden of Effelstown Cottage, the Donnelly homestead, and to silence all movement in Amsterdam… Merry Christmas everyone and a very, much needed, Happy […]
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Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine whether the depth is worth […]
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It’s outstanding what odours can own, how biographies in bottles can board, how illusions can lie lay in liquids, how subtle scents can be savoured. I sprayed you today on my hands -so cold to caress- from a bottle, a simple bottle, in a shop, a simple shop, in a city that never saw […]
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Touch tenderness such tenderness touch time such fleeting time tender the time we take to touch we touch so tenderly through fleeting time through fleets of time like sailing ships caressing seas amid serenity amid storms such storms stay the storms time will teach us what we can weather whether the waves will wash […]
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Running through time, through time that can never be tempered, through twisting trees and projected paths, projecting thoughts yet to be pondered, through mornings unfolding while seasons fall to winter and wither for a while all around me, crisp carpets crinkle with what was once light and leafy but are now scattered sprinkles of […]
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