In the city’s hum, a bubble,
in the dust and grit,
a canopy of green
and the roses in bud again.
In the noise of neighbours’ indiscriminate laughter
and baby crying in the heat,
I thank the god of small things
for the blackbird.
of a son
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Inspiring others through the written word, fictional blurbs & documenting my writing process from scratch.
occasional musings of an itinerant seanchaí polishing his craft online
The Things That Are In My Head.
offbeat words for you...
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AS HUMILDES OPINIÕES DE UMA MULHER DE CORAGEM QUE DIZ SIM À VIDA!
And so it goes...
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Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
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October and November 2019
"Words are all we have" Samuel Beckett.
sharing the stories of interconnection
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Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie
Just another blog of random thoughts.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
Perfect. I am listening to the birds…around the sounds of a new backyard deck being built two houses down. Just the suburbs, but noisy enough. 🙂
Any noise when it’s just ‘noise’ is too much. I sympathize.
oh the gratefulness is oozing. beautiful.
Thank you! I’m pleased you like this.
you’re welcome!
🙂
Yes, the sounds of the birds!
I know they’re still making a din where you are. They’ve calmed down here—too hot.
They seem to quiet down a bit at mid-day, but then they start up again full force later in the day. 🙂
The birds can’t compete with the human noise in the evening round here!