Dead Kings

Strawberries and Cream

Dublin, by the Canal

Postcard from Paris

Spitting Image

The Melody and the Song, The Linnet's Wings House Art

The Travels of Marco Polo, The Linnet's Wings House Art

In Time

we will walk on gravel paths
studded with gemstones.
Our plates and bowls
will be chipped porcelain
exquisitely painted.
When we drive in our weary car,
we will listen to Mozart.
Sunlight will fade our carpet
and our windows
will be draped
in fine French lace.

Nonnie Augustine

In Time by Nonnie Augustine

Matchstick Girl, The Linnet's Wings House Art

The Table in the Yard, The Linnet's Wings House Art

The Lough, The Linnet's Wings House Art

Spreading quilts in spills of rain

A Whirlwind of Light

The Linnet's Wings House Art

Strings

Sparking Moonbeams

Don't Blame it on Your Sister

I am an unconscionable time a-dying

August Fireflies

Original Metaphor

The Boy by Yvette Managan

I dream in kaleidoscopes

TO see heaven in a wild flower
The Linnet's Wings House Art

A Christms Card Scene

After the Game, The Linnet's Wings House Art

Half Bitten Apple

Artist, Cathy Giles

It was a counter-intuitive drive that mined the collective aura by syphoning off copies of all good thoughts with the purpose of using them to furnish the land with valuable jeweled seams of shimmering pearl and diamond light that glowed from within.

The grid was the measuring rule for the king who oversaw the area. It fell from the sky on a silver chord that was positioned over 100 arable acres; meadows of gold bordered by lively ditches undulated under the invisible mist like presence.

The 'TC’ were the tribe and each member was responsible for the care of a square inch of land. Their primary description was to refill the weather verse, to maintain a balance.

And COP27 was where it was at ...where the cats met.

Achill Island

2007, The Linnet's Wings House Art

Blackbird in Flight by Carole Mannheim

Blackbird in Flight, Photoart from our 'Blackbird Dock' Issue

Dear Citizen,
Love is a proposition when if A is true and B is true then C flows true too …

love suffuses, melts, rushes, cares, protects, defends, makes warm memories, composes avas, cooks, mends, works, shops, budgets, wakes days, blesses nights, worries lack, understands.

Love is blue skies tumbling through grey cloud, a sun kiss spelling comfort, a dove’s deep cooing.

Love is a gentle day, breaking, heat rising off a favourite street, afternoon tea in front of a cosy fire, a good book, the light in a child’s eye, a grandparent’s worry, mum and dad, the helping hand from a neighbour

Love is a verb, a creative noun, an adverb and adjective. Love is a painting, a drawing, a sketch, it’s watercolour and oil, mixed. Love is endeavour

Love is good, best and better than all of us put together.

Love never grows old,
Love is faithful,
Love never dies.

Mari, '22

Summer Fun

The Linnet's Wings House Art

String of Pearls

The Linnet's Wings House Art (01/11/2022)

Before the word 'but' everything is two dimensional; nothing is realized in perspective, in form. 'But' is the porter that comes knocking on the name hammered into the gate that opens onto the path that opens-out the way to fate. Before but there's only me, you, him, her, all alone. Pretending. 'But' is the little difference when one starts to play in a world that is set on its way.

Horror of Horrors. It's that Time Again

The Linnet's Wings House Art

Sharp Knife negotiating with the Creeks

The Linnet's Wings House Art

Family Outing, Path of the Twisted Scribles

The Linnet's Wings House Art

No Justification Art

The Linnet's Wings House Art

Players

Gilbert Sorrentino was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1929. In 1956, Sorrentino founded the literary magazine Neon with friends from Brooklyn College, including friend Hubert Selby Jr. He edited Neon from 1956 to 1960, and then served as editor for Kulchur from 1961 to 1963.

The Linnet's Wings House Art

Gill by Pepe Nero