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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JOURNEYS, PART 16; IDOLS OF INDIA

  Queue up, check in, board, sit down, take off, eat, sleep, movies, sleep, sky and sea, cross continents, curtail time, more sky and sea, more food, a hint of something hotter, then sand and land and then we land. Finally, fingers fumble over cameras caught in a current of silken sarees sweeping through streams […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 15; BLIND BELIEF

  We smoke liquid laughs, embrace clouds of midday butterflies that come in celestial clutters, listen to smiles kiss the skies that dazzle this vast ocean. We are self starved and cracked like overcooked caramel but we draw our delusions from dreams, we are nothing if not imagination waiting to dip our wings into the […]

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