Particular and Universal I am singular, particularThere is only one of meAnd yetWhen I travel through the cities of this worldAs I am privileged to doI am overwhelmed by knowingThat behind each doorIs a particular lifeA
The Writing Competition Children skipping in a playground – “She is handsome, she is pretty She’s the belle of Dublin city”The bell rings. It’s time to go back to class. The children sit at
THE APOLOGY As she dives into the warm Mediterranean sea, the water splashes and glitters in the hot sun. Here with her sister, the two teenage girls are enjoying themselves. They are both in their
On being in an unfamiliar situation She cannot recall those awful moments of disorientation. Like all traumatic memories they are buried deep. Or put behind a solid wall where consciousness cannot penetrate.The rising panic.She can remember that.
DREAM There is a landscape that reoccurs in my dreams from time to time, that represents a place I yearn to visit. It used to be New Zealand, but now I have been there,
MY FATHER Of course this will have to be about my Dad, in response to the stimulus we read out. And of course I won’t do justice to the subject in just one hour.
Home A Chinese man is poling his sampan, yellow, across a green sea. A pagoda with a brown roof floating below classically drawn stereotypical Chinese mountains. Repeated again and again across the wallpaper of
