Katherine Eileen Dowling Author

  Timeless Longing Father Time waits at the door, Old memories slipping through the back, Taking another year with you— A silent, fleeting track. Two years have passed, yet still I count, Number three, waiting for the door to open, 2026 arrives with secrets unknown, Life’s cloth unfurled, unspoken. The world spins faster than a blink, As we bid farewell to twenty-five, Regrets and tears, they need to sink, A new dawn begins to arrive. Leave here with my watch, I plead, Spin it back to twenty-one, Live again that joyful deed, When we had each other, then and gone. We danced in plans for futures bright, So unknown, yet so near, Close to you in fleeting light, Fading slowly, I fear. Time on this clock is crawling, Into the new year’s haze, You’re slipping away, softly falling, Eyes clouded with a thousand days. Return me to that clarity, To twenty-one’s embrace, Could I change our destiny, If I knew then what I face? Many ask, in silent plea, Father Time, take us back, Don’t let rippl...

  by Katherine Eileen Dowling Angel Bay: Boxing Day The Long Road Home Dremeda let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief as she followed Gus to the car. The heavy weight of Christmas was finally behind her. There was still the harrowing task of the eulogy to complete, and the cold reality of her mother’s funeral to face, but for now, the immediate pressure had lifted. This year had been a strange, disjointed dream—a blur of frost, blood, and miraculous survival. She looked down at her phone, scrolling through the photos of Shimmer and the foal. "So, that foal... he’ll really save Shep's farm, then?" "Miracle could be the next Red Rum," Gus replied, tossing his bag into the trunk. "He’s got the bone structure for it. Needs a bit of growing up, of course, but he’s a champion in the making." "Hey, you two! Wait!" Amber came hurrying out of the farmhouse, her pink hair windswept and wild. She held out a small parcel wrapped in wax paper. "I ...