A Few Words of Inspiration — “You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.” Albert Camus A comfort to my mind and soul you impart in me, Albert, the magnitude of love and the glory of kindness in a wearisome world. Your observations from…

Living through the pain of the Jim Crow laws — Not having grown up in the United States and completely overwhelmed by the inhumaneness of inherent and systemic racism, I’ve begun reading up on the history of racial discrimination in the U.S. At this moment in time, we have the medial “in your face” examples of institutionalised racism and its…

A tranquil place — No need to toil this land nor work the soil My tea is grand — I rest my eyes behind my shades and spy the halo of the sun behind a half-lit cloud and wait till it erupts. The wind is mild, perhaps a breeze the sea serene, a glimmering deep, I…

This alone can never stop the violence — The daylight murder of a young woman, Ashling Murphy, out jogging, in a public space in Ireland in January 2022 and the ensuing outpouring of grief, anger and disbelief culminated in a spate of national and international vigil-holding in her memory. Jozef Puska, married and a father of five, was…

A Welcome Distraction — Oh, Woodlouse, My eyes trail you scurrying across your miniature universe, waddling, you skirt stone slabs to find entrances to the earthen in-betweens and down into an underground world, way beyond our human imagination. A sudden vibration, a footfall in your vicinity and you curl up into a dirt-like ball to fool your enemies…

Heartbroken — “Nothing more?” Heavy doors within slam shut /shuddering/ as slivers of icy metal /slashed/ slice through senses, piercing hearts to lie /quivering and quaking/ in the depths of bowels /Eyes rimmed red, shoulders slumped/ aged they make their way to the car parked in the gloom and drive off /dazed and…

Time to Ignite —

A Meandering Train Journey — For days I have failed to conjure up images to describe a life which has become expendable and suspended in its contorted existence. My imagination ossified, I tire to think and allow my mind to roam confused over fields stretching out in front of me and up bare rugged hills, draping a…

Musings on a Title — I watched a woman wade in waters deep Another night she seemed in search of sleep She paused and prayed to God her soul to keep Then slowly dropped herself into the deep. Cold was the night and cold was the water Warm was the call to her their daughter I shuddered…