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Stories, Poems, and Musings

When the protagonist's father dies unexpectedly, her paternal grandmother takes her in. And they begin to live a life of fairy tales and story-telling that will make them both happy.

‘And Spring arose on the garden fair, like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast, rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.’ - Percy Bysshe Shelley

‘Good art inspires; good design motivates.’-Otl Aicher

If it's overwhelming, you're not understanding. Maybe this will help.

Like a mudslide, life can present itself with sudden changes, some permanent. We need to be able to adapt and adjust accordingly. Otherwise you'll be swept away by it.

‘Good art inspires; good design motivates.’-Otl Aicher

‘And Spring arose on the garden fair, like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast, rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.’ - Percy Bysshe Shelley

40 years after Grandad Liam died, I go back to Trí Ghaoth, or Three Winds, near the town of Ballybunion, where the River Shannon disgorges its muddy.

Short poem about how the best athletes should stay with one team and one town.

‘The soldier is the army. No army is better than its soldiers.’ -General George S. Patton Jr.

When the protagonist's father dies unexpectedly, her paternal grandmother takes her in. And they begin to live a life of fairy tales and story-telling that will make them both happy.

A family member slides into dementia.

Are our historical figures heros or villains? Or maybe they are both.

A play depicting the exile of Oscar Wilde, during the year 1897-1900.

He still remembers the little house at the foothills of the mountains and the day he discovered that the white-clad man owned so many things, including the swans. So many things but one...

From ‘A Celebration Of The Feminine’

From ‘Our World In Transition’

Hopefully you know who you are.

Trying to understand who you are in this strange, growing world is a hard task. What is my sexuality? Why am I who I am?