Sketching in Ireland
Stories and poems about falling in lurrve, once again, during my 14 month courtship in Ireland by the man I could have married 28 years before.
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Koffee Korner Kafé
Rows of Midleton houses seem to sail in the crisp, Irish air with branches of hundred- year-old trees, bared for winter cold, age- weighted,...
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Milk-Money Door
Milk-Money Door bright daffodil day embarrassed parents redundancy stamped stand silent in the queue for dole in happy sunshine teleworkers gathering...
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Red Lipstick
Standing in reverence of a mighty giant his Nobel words remembered, this fan notes exaggerated bat-like shoulders enhance his thoughtful gaze -...
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ReUnion
stepping softly you trod the path to my front door never rang the bell played favourite songs over and over until senses on overload surrounded by...
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Turning The Page
You were focussed on study so I waited peeking through the crack watched you turn a page rushed to kiss you quick. I twirled to leave let you get...
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A young Chianti
I’ve followed signs to Yield in Ireland when I’m used to an Aussie Give Way. As I put on bright lipstick, tell you stories of Africa when we were...
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Sketching
I sat myself down on a low stone wall, a semi-circle that splits St Mary’s Road in two. I'm just visiting Midleton, you understand... But I fancied a...
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