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We are humans for humanity - building bridges, not walls

We are humans for humanity - building bridges, not walls
Kudos to every man, woman and child who organised, promoted and took part in this past Saturday's remarkable event

Though I had to work in another part of the country of the Netherlands during 21 January's Women's (and men's) March on Washington, I was happy to have had a small hand in laying the groundwork for our Dutch protest that I hear ended up having around 3000 plus protesters marching in Amsterdam Saturday. WOW! These numbers may not seem like much to the rest of the world, but for our small country I found it nothing less than fantastic. Thanks to the wonderfully tireless preparations of organiser Petra Benach and her small crew, I too was able to contribute beforehand by passing out flyers and talking to others about the event in hopes of raising awareness as to why it’s been so important to hold a march here in the Netherlands as well. With others I discussed why it wasn't just a national but global p…
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The Call

©Shers Gallagher 2016
The days grow colder and my heart grows bolder
to hear the call of the totem wolf, 
though limbs begin to rattle like the branches of a tree
as leaves turn bright before they fade and quietly fall,
drifting down and crumbling into air 
that smells of crackling pine and roasting logs of cedar.
I missed you then as I miss you now. 
But most of all I miss my youth 
and the dance I used to be.
Not the dance of whirring bees,
because I never was a hostile takeover. 
I miss the playful shadows of light
and soft breezes on silken feathers.
I miss the easiness of then, 
though, in truth I’m more physically comfortable now. 
And yet I’d give it all up for only a few more 
playful shadows of twilight and silken days. 

Aisling Books

After Storm Matthew

©Shers Gallagher 2016


...we gather our lives with roots and fronds that we glean and shuck away. Damage assesses as power returns the roofs overhead of family and friends now safe and dry.
We begin again, mattering more than all our treasured gleam collected in hoards of attic-filled piles while the eye of the storm approaches as the evening's thief we’ve been ever watching yet still comes round in one short breath to so easily steal our lives away.
What matters more than only this? To be generous of heart and gracious of mind and exceed beyond the glory of self as we allow all to live in peace and calm to weather another day.

Ardy’s Plight at the Privy – Fairy’s song

Excerpted from 'Uncommon Boundaries: Tales and Verse' ©2012 SM Gallagher
[Dedicated to my granddaughter, Maya Annalisa Trask, turning four-years-old today!]

A large Irish family filled up two of the long pinewood bench tables at the Hare and Hunter - the small medieval fairground restaurant that had a larger than average terrace, catering to the sit-down crowds of wandering festival goers. This particular family appeared to be drinking more than eating, which wasn’t uncommon in the sweltering heat of a midsummer’s day in the shire. 

I sat at the table’s far end, furthest from the congested masses, as it was my short pause from working the lanes as a paid entertainer in fantasy costume, blowing stardust on delighted children, getting into mischief with the locals, and tickling tin whistles and whatnot – all the things one could imagine of a proper fairy of a local shire. During my pause, however, I didn’t want to be bothered for fairy wishes and the like. Instead, I ordered a pint…

I loved you once when we were young....

©2016 S.M. Gallagher

I loved you once when we were young  and dancing under watermelon moons
full to bursting with stolen kisses
for all the honking geese that took flight
across winter ready fields 
perfuming the air with their pungency.

You were no angry-eyed monster to me then
and I no parched lip harpy to you.
We were simply best friends
who delighted in each other's company.

And I will treasure those best friend days
as I no longer dwell on our tragedies
but think of two bright souls,
their cleverer ways remembered
like shining pearls of half-baked wisdom.
And we would inevitably do ourselves in.

I would laugh at you, and you me
for thinking ourselves progenies of starflies.
My eyes, now full of dust, saw more clearly then,
as, these days, I hold no more truths then wishes.
Still…I breathe on and wish you well in passing.

Did you know just how HUGE a city Rotterdam is?

©Shers Gallagher 02 April 2016
Today's trip was supposed to take me to the Central station and then on to another train making local stops. From there a hotel shuttle service was supposed to pick me up, as there's no good connection afterwards besides a good long walk through a well trafficked industrial area.
All was well and good till I called the service before exiting my last train only to be informed their shuttle bus was broken down. So I hopped a city bus that left me off where Google path finder had directed me to, and I thought then that it would be easy enough to find my destination without having to call a cab, taxi services being expensive in the Netherlands. Well, it turned out that the bus drop off was way the hell past where I was supposed to be. Thank you, Google maps! The little way-finder guy had me turned around in another direction. Fifteen minutes into a walk leading me into an industrial park I realised my mistake and called the hotel, asking for help. But…

Children of Light

© Shers Gallagher 2016

No lingering in the caves of martyrs
nor hunkering down in alcoves of fear.
The children of light embrace the noonday sun 
while tasting the brine of laughter on salt water tongues
and kicking with glee the waves that are lapping 
like puppy dog kisses at their feet.
They are the righteous shining of the dawn,
and their joy rises from the ashes 
of our present despair.
Light a single candle against the darkness
and you will see their dancing shadows 
cascading everywhere.

Aisling Books