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Author Archives: M Bradley
Al Maroona beach
“The leech has two daughters. ‘Give! Give!’ they cry. “There are three things that are never satisfied, four that never say, ‘Enough!’: 16 the grave, the barren womb, land, which is never satisfied with water, and fire, which never says, … Continue reading
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Tagged apocalypse, hope, landscape, nature, Perspectives, photograph, Qatar, reflection, travel
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Waking up…
Descending the stairs this morning in the usual blur… this caught my eye. The way morning’s hope painted with light the plants- casting shadows on the wall beyond. It’s not the ‘what’ but the ‘when’, it seems. My mind, so … Continue reading
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Tagged Damien Rice, hope, image, perspective, Photography, reflection
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Unfortunate names?
Chinese Jewellers“From Lukfook,” he said, “To Mingr- they know the way To a woman’s heart.”
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Identity
I was asked to produce a poem on the theme of ABC (Americans born Chinese). After a lot of thought and a lot of dross the result was as follows. Please enjoy. Identity A striped flag flutters Pulling against a … Continue reading
An Ordinary Road
I was thinking about some of the wonderful sights I witnessed this summer on my hike through Scotland along the West Highland Way, and it brought to mind how lucky I really am. This photo is from the Glen on … Continue reading
Posted in Photograph, Poetry
Tagged landscape, Photography, poetry, reflection, Scotland, walking, West Highland Way
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Pickthanks and Naysayers
Last week, two things jumped out at me: the word ‘pickthanks’ (which was to become a favourite) and a photograph from 1936. Well…the following was the result… Why I Wear My Cross. In a world of pickthanks, he stood out- … Continue reading
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Tagged Monaghan, Photographs, Photography, poem, reflections, travel
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First Love
First Love He holds her pale hand firmly in his grip Lest she might slip away Leaving him alone, desperate. Never though has he held her love. I keep that safe beneath my bed, in a box … Continue reading
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Coming Home.
We turned the corner of strange into familiar street, Where once we ran along, a long time ago, Where once we laughed, bled, kissed our way down. Here still it meanders unmoving, ever-distant A shattered reflection of stained memories reaching- … Continue reading
Another along a similar theme.
So yesterday I was feeling rather ill. Ahh, poor me! Today we hit the town. Raining in Nanjing, photos awaiting development. But it made me think that, when the future is so uncertain we must embrace what we have. What … Continue reading
A quiet day.
I have spent the day…what have I done? It has been one of those days spent just organising things at home. A rainy winter’s day that fades. Then a quiet evening playing music in the local bar. Nevertheless I have … Continue reading
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