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)
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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
Fix
The first of the day. I notice the bitterness before the frothy milk or warmth, then sigh ecstatically. My caffeinated blood thins, rushes, and pounds through the rooms in my heart with greater urgency. The rhythmic drumming of a washing machine in mid-cycle fills my ears and a confused comfort comes with the after effect … Continue reading Fix
Morning coffee
Nancy looked around the square from her bar table, at the serenely active locals who strolled down the streets paved with marble and she could not imagine leaving. Their clothes ranged from tailored casual shirts and chinos to flowing satin dresses which seemed more appropriate for an evening out. She admired the freshly cut stalk … Continue reading Morning coffee
Dust
We watched you sweep the kitchen floor,when the notion to do so would occur.Your frustration cut to the core,with worn-out sighs and murmurs. Through grinded teeth, you bent your back.The job had to be done . . .And now and then a burdened breathwould push the drudgery on. Between the chairs and under the table,You … Continue reading Dust
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