Martin Kirby

Martin Kirby

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

A TELLING VICTORY

It is a communication paradigm to match Gutenberg’s invention of the printing press. I cannot believe I just wrote that, but I have to come to accept it. Humble pie. I still loathe it in so many ways,...

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

LA MEMORIA

We walk past small ledges chiselled into a swell of red sandstone almost every day. Deep in the valley there is a narrow divide where the track runs between two dusty, ruby walls of sedimentary rock sculptured...

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UKRAINE’S BLOOD LANDS

Our Catalan farmhouse creaked in the wind like a galleon on the high seas as I climbed the wooden stairs into the cold loft. I was searching through old files for a cutting from 1991. The topic was the...

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The moment

I am an animal. The shiver between the shoulder blades crawls up my neck. The pound of my heart echoes in my ears and resonates down to my fingertips as I stop to haul in air. The going is getting tricky,...

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The quiet saviours

This keeps happening. I am at a loss to know why... The most recent, received this week - Are you the same Martin Kirby who wrote Arterial Embolization for Primary Postpartum Haemorrhage in the 2009 Journal...

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MAKES ME WONDER

We made our way slowly north through the steep Priorat valleys adorned with crimson and amber leaves - that year end enchantment of patchwork vineyards, almond and hazel groves and cherry orchards flaming...

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Zero hope

I stare at the forest dominating my home. I breathe good air. I think of the trees and plants that are so much the face of Catalonia. I cannot see the coastal refineries around which so much life revolves,...

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EQUALS on this Earth

Who says you get to decide anything about me? Do you know me? If I do you no harm, live my life peacefully, who says you get to target me with your intolerance, insults, violence?The question “What is...

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Shining EXAMPLE

There is more than one way to see the light.Nightly, without fail, one of us trails through the olive grove, a Cyclops with feeble head torch, to give the pony her last feed and a loving pat. The valley...