The Incomplete Cacophony



The Separation Circle






The Incomplete Cacophony

Whither Now?


No Windows

Where Brick Fields Lay

Waiata Poi

Yesterday's News

Shall Run Again


Must Be The Seat

Nocturnal Howls Surface

A Tale Of Nearly

An Airport, A Harbour
and the Wandering Journeyman
on the Other Side of the Horse

Space Travel Backwards

Towards India Gate

Steps Small

Behind the Noise

Shall Run Again
Words & music by Ed Hooke, July 2011
  Ed Hooke 2011





Many children around the world play and grow amidst the aftermath of natural or manmade disasters.

I thank Gordana Gajsar of Nova Gorica, Slovenia, and Nojit of Mindanao, the Philippines for their
inspiring childhood tales.



This page has had more visits
from Slovenia than  any other
on this website.

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Fresh field breezes flail our hair.
Breathless career down hillsides.
Streams glint in the sunshine,
smiles & gurgles.
Stumble over mountain slopes.
These precious days!
Always stay we eyes open.
If the storm clouds once more visit
we shall run again.

Humble food gratefully eaten.
Wash worn plates.
Sing we, unpolished yet warm chorus,
torchlight dancers.
Sleep we knowing sentries keep
watch through tense night.
Always stay we ears open.
If the soldiers once more visit
we shall run again.



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