I see you from across the lounge, but yet, I know, it cannot be you. Your face is a little rounder, your eyes brighter, but still I stare. You don’t recognise me, but I’ve seen your face before. Last time, you looked different, gaunt, tired and desolate. I could not forget your eyes. But I…… Continue reading My darling girl, you are gone but not forgotten
My love of literature has always led me to festivals. I like to listen to writers talk about their work and take notes. I have books and books full of notes on writing and authors and themes, for what, I’m not sure. Yes, I do like to write and yes, I do plan to write…… Continue reading Writers Festivals
All my life I have wanted to go to India. When I started to learn my own tastes, they were always the musk scented perfumes, the flowing floral print dresses, skirts with bells and tassels, and brightly coloured cotton shirts. I so well remember the joy of heading to a little shop in Cork city when I had any…… Continue reading India, at last
We have been sitting here now for 5 hours! Outside the rain is pelting down, the lighting is flashing. Planes are taking off periodically – but still we still sit and wait! The outside wind rocks the plane. We wait for the storm to pass. I am at Hong Kong airport and this is the first time this…… Continue reading Always in a hurry, take your time!
For a long time I have visited my family in Tura Beach, NSW over the Christmas and often Easter holidays. This has always meant a long and arduous road trip from Melbourne, but one which we always tackle with excited anticipation, as we wheel our way up the Princes Highway from Melbourne. The seven hour…… Continue reading Tilba Tilba, I love you still
He never forgave me for losing his Pink Floyd – Wish you were here, limited edition postcard that he had sacrificed by sending to me all those years ago – and could not believe it when I told him I must have thrown it out – he was genuinely shitty with me over that and often mentioned it over the years.
Growing up in Ireland in the 1970s, my childhood memories have now filtered to sunshine and warmth and the love of a big Catholic Irish family. I lived on a dairy farm in what is known as the Republic of Ireland, (Southern Ireland), in a non-descript part of this idyllic land. Nightly, as the 6.00pm…… Continue reading Belfast
The Lotus Shoe 