OTHER WAYS TO DANCE

  I weigh flour and sieve it, like snow falling- a few select seconds of harmless dust to decorate these stopped streets with isolated sirens that stir more in body than the contents of this bowl. I reach for those tiny flakes that offer rise before pouring over the honey- a smooth sweetness to cut […]

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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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