So I have taken to Lulu - who originally assisted with the publication of The Woodcarver's Son .
Anyone wanting to buy a copy of either the Woodcarver's Son
or The Tree Singer I have linked their pages here.
http://www.lulu.com/shop/danny-fahey/the-woodcarvers-son/paperback/product-23537078.html
http://www.lulu.com/shop/danny-fahey/the-tree-singer/paperback/product-23536906.html (originally published by Dragonfall Press)
http://www.lulu.com/shop/danny-fahey/the-tree-singer/ebook/product-23543175.html
New books will also be avaialable.
Dada's Seed
My Cousin Jack and the the stars on the soles of his feet
Catalina and the ship of dreams - which includes the original Catalina (published by Dragonfall Press) and the follow-up Catalina's Choice.
Wednesday, 28 February 2018
Friday, 2 February 2018
rip
mouth
spitting out
salty water
feet
already beneath
the sand
lost dreams
swept back and forth
never to
settle never
to reform
unless
mangroves bind them
bring them
back to life
if
deposited
still at
the mercy of the wind
the waves
already
clawing them back
waves push
hard against the chest
if the
undercurrent secret lover
of the moon
finds the wind
and the
time of day favourable
it has the
power to haul the feet
out of the
sand
drag the
body away
ignores the
hand that struggles to wave
quickly
fills the throat to steal
the voice no
cries for
help
another
whole
broken down
grit
and memory
for those on the shore
stranded
their
voices to record
the horror
though
water and wind
heed not
Language, our mangroves:
Open water
lures, a web
not driven
by hunger
nor the
desire to breed,
it just is,
a phenomenon —
but would
it be if we
with our
eyes did not to see,
with our
ears did not to hear?
If we did
not enter
by feet or ship,
by head or board,
and cross
its distances
or ride its
waves
because we
can,
what then
its appreciation?
What if our
tales were not told,
no Moby, no
Long John?
If the
world had no consciousness,
no language
to tell
what is
seen or heard,
what then
of water and sand?
Languages
are the mangroves
that form
new lands out of old.
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