There was a placelessness to it, which I liked best about it - the Way of the Cross. It somehow did not appear to belong any more than I did. With all of its winding bends of yew trees and rhododendrons, wild fuschias and brambles with glistening glossy blackberries, I could lose myself. I could … Continue reading Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
Fold
I suppose it's easier to hate you. Forgiveness is for fools, right? I look around. I hope and pray, then turn and mull things over; my hoping turns to brewing until even my prayers seem bitter. I want to say I am sorry, even though you no longer care. So you go about your day, … Continue reading Fold
Piggy in the middle
On a poor man’s pig farm, in a cozy pen, there lived a large sow and her thirteen piglets. There was nothing spectacular or magical about their existence – no benevolent spider to tell their tale, or ravenous wolf howling at their door threatening to steal them in the night. They were pigs like any … Continue reading Piggy in the middle
How many adjectives are there?
Everything is out to disrupt flow, she thought. Indeed, something had been putting her off reading. Flies bounced. And crawled, and buzzed about ears, hairs along forearm, and lips. Music blasted from speakers until they too buzzed, piercing through tranquility. Sunlight beamed through her, warmed her. Sunglasses sat and peered out and around. There were … Continue reading How many adjectives are there?
Mo chuisle
Drifting in and out of sleep, Not a sound can be heard but the rushing beating heart within me. Someone in mind and memory breathes such life into me! My love renews me; how deeply he moves me, makes me more than what I am, Shows me all that I can be. . . He … Continue reading Mo chuisle
A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
We bury our dead as we sing of tomorrow, and mourn for our fallen whilst we dream of a hero. The lights of our city won't warm us tonight, and kindness is scarce among those who fear for their lives. The brave and bold now peaceful and cold can't hear the cries of their children … Continue reading A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Alright, you win if you must,If winning be vengeance.If victory be brute belligerence,By all means, claim your crown.If honour be petulance and petty spite.You take such delight in putting others down. Fine, you win if you feel that it is just,If bending rules to your bidding is fair.I am not opposed to friendly competition,But you … Continue reading Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Lost for words
It is a struggleTo find the right words,Yet when they emergeI am seldom prepared. With nowhere to store them,My mind lets each one slip through the net.Its weave seems to wear,and is getting largerAs I get older,And more and more thoughtsAnd ideas,Swim off,And care not for being caught. One time, when again,I was not ready … Continue reading Lost for words
Waste not; want not
An underrated phrase which needs no embellishing and would ideally make a meaningful impact on the minds of all who claim to be on the side of helping the planet, the poor, or ideally both. Yet in our day-to-day housekeeping habits, perhaps more of us including myself, are less disciplined in this moral code than … Continue reading Waste not; want not
Heatwave
She pinched the brown pine needles between her fingers and turned them upside down, tracing circles in the tablecloth like a compass. On an invisible map, she charted her course, and longed to be in some new world. Far away from blaring speakers, beer bottles and wild unruly children. Yet, some small contentment came from … Continue reading Heatwave
Ardent Writing 