The dog had woken and was restless And you said in the dark it’s an owl Of course the dog knew differently And persisted licking the fingers Of my hand to waken me Out of that place of deep darkness. I followed her down over the stairs And saw the cat play with the […]
Rescuing is a goodness of its own
Our Voices Crossed Seas Poems Rob Cullen
This collection is dedicated to my late and much loved sister, Maeve.
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“Sleep is a kind of swooning out of this world.”
Mary Oliver Upstream
We are all migrants; everyone comes from somewhere.
Everyone crosses seas at some point.
We carry our stories with us.
Listening
What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?
Celfypridd 