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I knew the phone would be passed to me. I knew this once she took the call. She showed me the caller ID as it rang and vibrated in her
Tag: art
My music box of dreams has unwound
When I was little my mother would stand on our doorstep and watch me walk down the hill on my way to school. My schoolbag was made of old, brown
No dread of hello
Leaving, like so much it is the anticipation. The dread. The slow build to those goodbyes. Once they’re done, you have not left, you have arrived. The familiar faces are
this breath in my chest unchewed
this noise behind has the glass vibrating the dust in the sunlight dancing but it quietens a shadow glides past and has me frightened no words i heard have me
Abundant goodwill
For many reasons, I love the photograph I have chosen as one of my personal favourite iPhone photographs for today. The funny thing is I do not recall taking the
The wonder of it all
Choosing the next image is easy. This is a shot that just appeared before me as I was travelling on the Narita Airport Express into Tokyo, last year. Having just
iPhone favourites
After doing a few blog posts on my personal DSLR favourites a couple of weeks back, a contact suggested I do one for my iPhone photography also. And I thought
this nagging knowingness
a clippety clop it goes this nagging knowingness a drip-dropping aloneness a still-of-night remoteness a head-flopping heaviness this nagging knowingness a shrunken world below us a carved-out hollowness within us
This distance
This distance: Filled with all we called needed and ended with nothing we wanted
Obsessed with keeping dry
Ireland is known for its rain; relentless rain. Yet, I doubt if any Irish person spends time thinking about getting quality rain gear. If you walk down an Irish street