Mar 28, 2020 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
Although I knew Gaelic to be richly responsive to the sites in which it was spoken, it was my guess that other tongues in these islands also possessed wealths of words for features of place – words that together constituted a vast vanished, or vanishing, language for...
Feb 24, 2012 | Featured, Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
i saw a lady as she walked she walked with grace flowers fall like confetti petals o’er pavement, like slow snow she walked with purpose i saw a lady as she approached she spoke with care yet still mine heart did burst into flame the fire in my chest, like a...