Stardust
I am of the dust that shaped the earth
I am of the dust that shaped the earth
The muezzins’ calls echo across the rooftops and the last rays of claret sun sink below Dukhan. Dusk passes fast here. Lights flicker on across…
Hearing the coos, I’m transported home. To hot sunny mornings in our tin can Muscateer Sprite caravan, lying on the top bunk with the sun…
Corners of copybooks, folded meticulously, forward, back, and forward again. Nails run along the seam. Paper ripped carefully away, silently. Ready for action. Those jagged…
I work in a world of noise. My head is full of chaos, conferences, communication, social media, disinformation, misinformation, infodemics. Death, lies, and hydroxychloroquine. Zoom…
I’ve got my act together and going to try to follow the Poetry Ireland daily poetry prompt. I fell out of writing again last year…
It made no noise as it swept in over field and village carrying with it the secrets of the deep and depositing them anew along…
I wasn’t going to write this. Anything I would have written would have gushed at length about the jaw-dropping beauty of Hong Kong and its…
Compassion Noun. Sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others. I looked up the definition of compassion recently and found myself a…
OK, first my apologies. I haven’t blogged for a while. I stopped when the blockade happened, and I honestly got scared to write about how…