Author Archives: billcastro

Connemara morning

early morning rain ancient rhythms in the mist from dreams I awake still tapping to the music soft Irish morning welcomes Advertisements

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Irish pub

thirst for the old ways beckons the story teller a pint of black stout We are spending our first night of our Ireland vacation in Clifden, County Connemara, in the west – Joyce Country.

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Point of View

** I grew up in a world full of Mexican slang that was part of every conversation. Spanglish was my first language, and it was fun to use. My younger siblings never really learned the language. To them, it became … Continue reading

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another april day

a springtime welcome the cool breeze across my face lingering winter

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Some Day . . .

Throughout my life I’ve often wondered if I would ever really know for what work I was created; know if I will ever become the person I was meant to be. Am I exactly where I’m supposed to be? I … Continue reading

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So it goes…

I actually wrote quite a bit yesterday, but at the end of my day I had nothing to post. I had plenty of words, but no complete thoughts. My brain was full of disconnected one liners and incomplete phrases. I … Continue reading

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When did imagination die?

I remember the world my best friend and I created as children. We grew up in a small town in the southwest Arizona desert, and the desert that surrounded us was our playground. With a clear sky and wide open … Continue reading

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when the forsythia blooms

I love this time of year, and one of the things I always look forward to is the appearance of the bright, yellow Forsythia blossom. This fascinating plant only blooms once a year, its flowers lasting for about two weeks, … Continue reading

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April Day

forsythia bloom with its bright yellow blossom change is in the air lingering sun brings new life in the wind winter breathes its last

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huh…?

I apologize for this one. I tried writing something worthwhile for a couple of hours (or more), but couldn’t come up with anything worth posting. So, I just started typing – I let my fingers do the thinking – and … Continue reading

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