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 Few Words in Memory — I came back to hear of your passing away James, a friend, our friend, my friend A friendship developed over time from a wee drop into an oceanic expanse of exchanged warmth, wit and wisdom. You cared, loved, created, encouraged, and emojied hearts, sunshine, shamrocks, peace, smileys and winks A virtual banter on a virtual platform which…

A Little Holiday in Rural Ireland —

A Poem to Explain — Two words jolt me as I drift into sleep, Two words annoy me, as I wish to sleep, Two words “but” and “if” play hide and seek, A coy lustering act to havoc wreak. I hear the teasing call as the words tantalize and form crisscross lines craving to connect and…

A Delightful Synergy — An invitation, simple and heartfelt, A ‘come and visit us in our new home’ request, I was sadly missed, they insisted. I smiled and said I would, the next day in fact And take the extra time from work to drop by To see my ex-students, a Syrian husband and wife. Refugees who…

A wake-up call — Aghast, I scanned the Guardian article once again. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The Russian invasion of Ukraine three months previously had been a great shock for all. I’d been disappointed and saddened, but not overly surprised, at the results of the general elections in Hungary and Serbia…

A Heartfelt Wish For All —

A Homage Unfurling tresses of freedom, the freedom of tearing down, tearing off, tearing up. Shaking off the yoke of patriarchal power, as well as the oppression of the other colour. A call to the wind to caress with its breath and only its breath, and only gently…