BLACK BEAUTY, THE LIGHT IN LOUGHSHINNY

  Clouds congregate under summer skies, standing towers, still, waiting for Napoleon’s rise. Up close, only echoes of history hit the hollowing rock below- coming in to slip out with more, in search of possession on another shore. There are footprints on the beach- horses hooves whose metal shoes now feel the rust of the […]

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FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

  We are but fickle fellows, like feathers that blow at the beckoning of the breeze and know not where we land. We are the folly of fluttering fancies; a collection of coincidental connections that we cannot create, keep or control. I found you once in a far flung field and fought to find the […]

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