THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

  Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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EARLY AUTUMN

  The sky is burning, the last light eclipsed by the night and we stop and stare like fools at its blaze, not seeing within this gaze possibility falling though our hands like snowflakes in a season that has kept captive the summer. The sky is burning while we travel in taxis, all of us […]

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I WISH…

— Our lives were lived in London then, 2 boys at play on shades and stages, in 4 bedrooms that couldn’t bind us forever. In arms we sobbed from 1 of our 2 3 seater sofas in our 4 bedroomed house, watching dreams disappearing beneath the ashes of the Apple. Eden had ended for the […]

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FRAMING FRANCE; STRASBOURG

– Last weekend, possibly the final weekend of glorious sunshine for another year, we went to Strasbourg, the final birthday celebration, a city that is fully French, was once German for almost 50 years and is now filled with pretzels, flammenkueche, and all around adorability… And good cocktails! What? I’m Irish!!! Seriously, I wanted to […]

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CATCH, IN 2 HEMISPHERES

— I hold a balloon, I watch it rise, this sphere of air, I hold this balloon and then let it go, watch it fly up, into the air, higher and higher, up into the sky and you too, in the south, you hold a balloon, you watch it rise, this sphere of air within […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 18; THE BEAUTIFUL BRINY

— The moon is a diamond dream, a sweet shadow of midnight butterflies drunk on sleep into which we seep like the blood red sun beneath the blue blood sea and we are waves in bottles bobbing along on the beauty and the briny, too intoxicated to think of our time being temporary, too insignificant […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 17, THE BRIGHT RED ROSE

Rough round that rose bordered hem we ran, regardless of where her skirts did scurry, no fretting to the fraying of her fringes, never noticing how nimble had turned to not-so nifty above that border of red roses, oh so pretty… We carried you, like a child, that day, winter now withered as the bark […]

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