TO CAPTURE EACH OTHER TOGETHER

  I took photos of us once, together, to remember all I had before I set off to find myself in other fields that other lands had whispered of other welcomes across other waves, moments to return to later as I navigated new roads, strange turns and gates I had to manage alone. Now, our […]

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WHEN NATURE HEARD ME AND I FOUND HIM

  Husky voice cribs my troubling thought. I turn with fear hard on heel at the far end of an ancient lane. I borrowed these footsteps, I reply to the open side of a ploughed field where wires allow random thoughts to teleport across the sky. This is not your path. This was the thought […]

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FIELDS OF GOLD

  Gold grows in many ways- like how the soil can be pressed with seed, how a daisy decorates that which has been deserted, how the sun burns at a safe distance or at least it did, once. All is relative, now, to time- I didn’t know what ozone meant as a boy, or Wifi […]

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ADAPTION

  Things change. Sunday morning I rise, though with no rolling stone miracle, and thread footsteps into the field where the passage of daisies have taken over from the pressing soles of sport. Things change. Later, in cream pants and oversized sofa sweater instead of the customary suited and booted parade affair, I drop smoked […]

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IN THE PLACE OF WHAT ONCE STOOD

  Robin rummages in the rushes, upon rock she roots out traces of all that once was, tuts at all that has changed and all that hasn’t. Robin rummages in the rushes, bright spark- but fast to flight. She comes to call and comprehend but never comes when she is called. A fluttering of fine […]

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CEAD MILE FAILTE 

Country roads wind where shadows linger in the light, where whispers have withered like leaves out of season,  where the green grows in grandeur  over this ancient land, often fought for, never forgotten, where former footprints entwine around the rolling hills and half fallen walls of wishes that once held lovers, that once courted kisses  […]

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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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