Monthly Archives: August 2020

Hill of Tara

On the green hill of Tara Mist and light intertwined into a web of gossamer enjoining every blade of grass into this shimmering sheet of diamonds. Green beyond green, intoxicatingly airy sanctuary of sovereigns and home of honeyed bees dripping … Continue reading

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Dancing Shiva

Sometimes the primordial Shiva dances in a circle of fire, yet utterly serene Like the brass ringed statue on the cabinet brought back from India decades ago Nataraja* poised motionless and frozen half naked like some sort of sacramental offering … Continue reading

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Natural Friends

If left alone nature gets along. I’ve been around for about three hundred years, a tree of long standing and seen many changes. I’m still here but in completely different surroundings. I was born deep in a forest surrounded by … Continue reading

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Period Piece

This year, July 27 th we ‘celebrated’ our 45 th wedding Anniversary. I say ‘celebrate’, in actual fact – we forgot until our youngest daughter sent a message congratulating us. Funnily enough, I had marked it on the calendar, weeks … Continue reading

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Turning points

Moments of motion Changes of direction. Some turning points are obvious, Immediate. But many go unobserved, Disregarded minor deviations, small shifts That accumulate and compound over the years All tending in the same direction. A mounting surge of myriad small … Continue reading

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Three Triolet

Blind Image Did God make us in his own image Or did Man make god into a humankind This myth has grown in every village Did God make us in his own image Was it a way to find a … Continue reading

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Learning the Craft

Now who will free me from the chains of rhyme, so I may pick and play the notes I choose; throw off the shackles of the metric line and pen with liberty the words I use? Why be a slave … Continue reading

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Lily Briscoe

Lily Briscoe is one of the main characters in Virgina Woolf’s 1927 novel To The Lighthouse.  The action of the novel takes place at the house on Sky that the Ramsey family rent every summer and share with a number … Continue reading

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Valerie

Summer-strolling in the park, my pal Keith and I; he, outwardly confident, brash; I, awkward and shy. Two fifteen-year olds, our adolescent hormones fueling us with teenage fantasies and indiscriminate lust. Mooching aimlessly, we ambled in hot sunlight along pathways, … Continue reading

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The days are long and lend themselves to pleasure,

The days are long and lend themselves to pleasure, The nights are times to rest and take my ease. The years go by and I enjoy my leisure, A solitary life spent as I please. My shelves are full of … Continue reading

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