Pushing

Friday

Friday Wexford

Hearing

Moves

Seagull Street sunrise

Love

Young anglers love new rivers the way they love the rest of their lives. Time does not seem to be of the essence and somewhere in the system is what they are looking for.

Thomas McGuane

Is the

afaint afar away over there what –

folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what –

what –

what is the word

Samuel Beckett

Threshold

This is the solstice, the still point

of the sun, its cusp and midnight,

the year’s threshold

and unlocking, where the past

lets go of and becomes the future;

the place of caught breath, the door

of a vanished house left ajar…

Margaret Atwood