We all want to be the stone that makes the ripples go out, running into other people’s lives, we all want to be written in the recording angel's clay tablets, if we are just dust and water, mud wrapped around bones, then why is our voice so strong?

The need to be heard?

We want repetition but the brave remember each day is different to the one before, we have not been here before, the calender date, the sun, our new breaths.       

Find me on these Podcasts:
   Slam Idol
   Cloudy Day Art
 
    Live at The Rising Sun Arts Centre
    


             
Thanks to Inisbua Mastiffs for the original photograph Flora's beautiful not ugly.
                                                                                             
The Bull Terrier head shot used in the site is Kilacabar 
New Sensation, thanks to them.

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