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“TRULY! — TROLLA! — TROLLO!”

Játszó gyermekek — Children playing - Árpád Cserépy (1859–1907) — public domain “TRULY! — TROLLA! — TROLLO!” I watch my children play...

Grey and gently lined

forgive me but these photographs of earlier days only capture a passing reality as day by day I lived with you and never noticed change...

Surrender to a ruin

The farmhouse I pass by the side of this godforsaken mountain road is a ruin, a shell, long abandoned, empty of humanity. Still, you’re...

The thing about stone – Part 2 – Hammers

Watching my father and his men ply their craft, I figured I knew a thing or two about dressing stones. But there’s ‘watching’, and then...

Dust and Diamonds

I must’ve been about eight when I popped the fateful question “Mommy? Are we rich?” My mother turned from the stove, wooden spoon in...

Thief

Unlike my native Flemish, in which you’re simply called a tombstone maker, the English language offers two grand words to describe my...

This Hallowed Ground

To this day, whatever part of the world I’m in, I still can’t walk past a graveyard without some pause, without at least a furtive glance...

Darwin for toddlers

Growing up, every child gets to hear these stories, of cats pouncing on mice, dogs chasing cats, then comes the wolf, and so on. Stories...

Blue Stone Memories & Poetry: Blog2
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