Some of the things Susan says…

 

So far so good

    It’s a warm August day and life’s about to start clocking our miles. Cut the cards and deal me in! I hear there’s an official timekeeper on the job. So far. So good.   Not certain if this will be imperial or metric, but we’re equally at home with...

Mary Margaret Klinkhammer

A rose like any other who In Dublin lived and Dublin died. Her life defined by place of birth And the space she occupied. A name that mesmerized. I heard if first over drinks A remembrance softly chanced In talk that doesn’t matter Recollections of lives that never...

What Chas Sees

I wonder what he’s seen that I will never gaze upon Across the rolling fields to mountain tops beyond In his mind’s eye, the colours bright and swirling The shapes, the shades, the black, the white Is it ever just that simple when he stares into the night Through...

So far so good

    It’s a warm August day and life’s about to start clocking our miles. Cut the cards and deal me in! I hear there’s an official timekeeper on the job. So far. So good.   Not certain if this will be imperial or metric, but we’re equally at home with...

Mary Margaret Klinkhammer

A rose like any other who In Dublin lived and Dublin died. Her life defined by place of birth And the space she occupied. A name that mesmerized. I heard if first over drinks A remembrance softly chanced In talk that doesn’t matter Recollections of lives that never...

What Chas Sees

I wonder what he’s seen that I will never gaze upon Across the rolling fields to mountain tops beyond In his mind’s eye, the colours bright and swirling The shapes, the shades, the black, the white Is it ever just that simple when he stares into the night Through...