08 August 2013


Remembering travels and bumping into snatches of brain storming sessions for my creative writing tutor. While I have taken this summer as a break from writing words and have been filling my mind with those of Edith Wharton, Khaled Hosseini, and George Orwell, I cannot but feel the familiar itching in my mind and fingers to pull thoughts out into the open and pin them onto the paper.

Howth #1

Soft yet decided wind
follows drowsily beneath
the chipped undetermined
steps to the rocky sheath
of the Irish sea.

2 March 2013

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