"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)


Ships That Pass In The Night


“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,

Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness;

So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,

Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“I look far out into the pregnant night,

Where I can hear a solemn booming gun

And catch the gleaming of a random light,

That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.”

Paul Laurence Dunbar


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Sunset Sailings


Farewell To A Queen


I watch and wait.

Watching as the sun slips down

Past the fishing nets

Into gently lapping golden waves.

Waiting for a queen of royal lineage.


The crowd quietens,

Then breaks into cheers.

She has appeared.

The Queen sails majestically out of harbour,

Into sunset.

And with her,

My friends…



Photographs taken as my friends left Fort Cochin on the Queen Elizabeth yesterday and sailed off into the Arabian Sea.

The Passing


You taught me Waiting with Myself —

Appointment strictly kept —

You taught me fortitude of Fate —

This — also — I have learnt —


An Altitude of Death, that could

No bitterer debar

Than Life — had done — before it –

Emily Dickinson


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