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i’d rather be in the company of a dead poet than no poet at all so armed with Seamus Heaney who understands my outside world far mo..

on the south side of this meadow where bales of cut hay bake in heat Hotel California blasts its beat in the direction of Caryl Anna moored besi..

wide eyed girl took a deep breath before glancing away unsure fingers on the lid of her newly found box of heart breaker memories th..

silhouettes of tall conifers in the distant dark stand in quiet silence like an army of sentries on night time duty guarding the gardens ..

i plant memories since no amount of trinkets or financial gain when departing this earthly plane can replace the love given freely from h..

Pope John smiles down from the second shelf of an old Welsh dresser covered in a smooth layer of London dust a Vatican unvisited a souveni..

why I ask would anyone steal a two months old donkey away from its mother’s nurture away from the safety of its surroundings and the su..

it’s the light that lifts our mind set when the heart is sunk at sea when you sit there by the harbour in your home grown misery when you..

when moody waters wrestle with darkest swirling thoughts and whirlpools deep inside your mind are dreams you never caught take heed and lift y..

who lives inside a cabin a stone throw from this lake surrounded by the tallest trees that stretch towards the light who wakes up in the morn..