Martin Kirby

Martin Kirby

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

THE FIERY TRUTH

The thirsty fledgling blackbird sitting on my water bucket finally plucks up the courage to fly, just in the nick of time as the two farm cats home in on it. It instinctively heads from the shade of the...

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

THE GOOD AND THE VILE

Pride and anguish, determination and despair. The people of our village sweated under a cloudless sky cleaning up the mess, the dire human detritus, left by mindless arses. It was a typical rural community...

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

WORDS OF LOVE

With so many words and deeds of hate and violence in the world it was so good to hear words of love. Paraules d’amor floated on the warm Asian evening air, sowing timeless sweetness and affection, the...

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,...

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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...

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

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...