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All who wander are not lost (mostly)

We’ve seen a lot of charming public houses in Ireland, but we always seem to end up in a tea room. After a long morning of wandering in the Irish countryside, we stopped in historic Carrick-on-Shannon for refreshment. We walked up Bridge St. past a pub, which had mouthwatering savory aromas, and crossed the streetContinue reading “All who wander are not lost (mostly)”

In the Field

In the Field I died there; birthed there Lived anew; bore anew … I killed and was killed Tried and failed and tried again I won and I lost, was lost, yet learned my way, Loved and was abandoned, loved and was full of joy … I left and returned, was unforgiven and forgave. WalkedContinue reading “In the Field”

Sine

I watched the cut above teal table-top blue grow more sore beckoned by darkness and tidal roar and sat small and lone below the firmament. Immaterial to passers-by skirting the water line wondering how easily swept away from time under surf flesh and regret might slip interred or as easily by the wave that bothContinue reading “Sine”