David Ian Rose is ridiculously talented. This is his second classical piece at The Cafe. I wish we had something of his to feature everyday. https://soundcloud.com/davidrosecomposer/baroque-strings-flute-timpani-david-ian-rose
Did you know, art, was amongst the first forms of communication between human kind. You did, Oh, well that is okay then. Art for me, my art, is very much what others see in it, not what I say it is. Anyway, my name is Adrian Scanlon aka NigelDaniel. NigelDaniel is my handle for art
Imagine living everyday wondering if your child is going to live or die Imagine second guessing every decision you have ever made and always asking why Imagine hugging your child so tight and thinking will he make it through the night Imagine your worst fears for your loved one coming true and when you reach
I want the public to treat addiction as a disease, and to see all of those afflicted as their brother, or sister, or neighbor. And then I thought, “How does the public see an addict.” “When I was in active addiction, why did people on the streets scoff at me?” So I put all of
In a passion that could cook skin, Like knuckle-eyed Death at the door, The wild wind whipped Round the blind corner. I heard the footfall, A stranger in pursuit. I looked back and saw A well-lit mirror, An open-window-stare. Heard some phone Call in the night. A cry, a
I am on the verge of a Borderline Personality Disorder diagnosis. When I faced disappointment today, I recognised something about myself that came out in this poem. The stereotype Borderline Personality Disorder sufferer is reactive outwardly. I am not. I wanted to share this. I live in words unspoken, the shore you see, gives no indication
Another image of complete beauty captured by Ken Pomerance. The words are by our Editor Nicola O’Hanlon. They were inspired by someone close to her heart, and held onto the statement depicted in the image. In memory of Debbie who passed after a lifetime battle with addiction on 24th February 2016.
Beautiful images and beautiful words combined to make a serene and contemplative union by two very talented men.
What a difference one day makes, how set to rise circles round again. A new dawn breaks on every instance of heartache and loss. We are ready when freshness comes across. With transformed eyes, first light breaks out of the darkest skies and turns each shade into new