I have never been to Ireland, though I’ve heard its bonny song; Folks who look like me and Grams; the place that I belong. Red ringlets, tangled, twisting, as the breeze jaunts jolly by. Small and simple gardens, wind-rippled, rose-wreathed and blithe. Cobbled streets, and…

I imagine a cafe On the Champs-Elysees Sipping tall glasses of French wine At sunset   I imagine a walk along the Seine Hands held tight The sun going down The moon coming up City lights reflecting over and over Like a fairyland   I…

Porridge   We sit on the porch and swing, legs pumping, small breezes coming from beneath our feet. We just finished reading the story of the three bears, my own little bears mesmerized at the porridge, the beds, the cottage that seems just like ours…

The shining city on ancient industrial hills at the center of the great river from which the waters of the four oceans flow lived the saint who sold a parcel of land the size of heaven for pennies on the acre so the billions starving…

My two Dogs and a Cat Every person should at some time have pets. They are always there for you when you need to confess. They keep your head clear and reduce your upsets. Day after day morning and night they are also there to…

The rain drops fall like nostalgic music, Echoing the laughter of the past, The excited giggles, the rushing to the terrace, The present stillness – such a sharp contrast.   Our little hands clasped onto dad’s fingers, Our tiny feet splashing in the puddles, Hours…

I am awoken by songbirds and for a brief moment I’m somewhere I haven’t been to yet a place where I have kinder eyes where strangers know I’m smiling even if that’s the only thing they see a place where I’m slower where the roses…

I feel it drumming in my bones, ice water pulsing deep, I need to go there, the place of ice and snow, deep hot springs, drums, pulsing, pounding, deep forests and woodsmoke.   And I crave for the life of old, my people now gone,…

A celestial city, collonades of salt reaching into the clouds Silent caverns of the deep dark, where only a heartbeat is heard in the ears Through the doorway at the bottom of the waterfall’s pool, And across the heavy mists of the North Sea. Beyond…

Who am I? I am just a speckle of dust, Waiting for the wind to carry me back, Into the land of invisibility and ambiguity. Where no one knows me, Where I know no one, Where I wouldn’t have to fear anyone, Where I would…