On celebrating life and facing death

There is Irish folk music playing in the next room as I begin to write this morning. This is the heritage of my childhood and adolescence. Every Saturday our home (and the yard outside through Dad’s ‘transistor radio’ (!) was filled with the sounds of traditional instruments and familiar voices singing songs that had becomeContinue reading “On celebrating life and facing death”

The Irpin Pietá 2022

The agony of humanity Is oft times captured In one image, one cry, one word. Today A mother and two children Lying lifeless on the streets of Ukraine. A moment before, moving through the world Perhaps seeking refuge Or running for cover Perhaps crying for the absence of a husband and father gone to fightContinue reading “The Irpin Pietá 2022”