The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
      Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
      Can lure it back to cancel half a Line,
  Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

                                            ― Omar Khayyám


A quatrain from The Rubaiyat of Khayyám
the 12th century Persian poet translated
by Edward Fitzgerald, was my chosen
works while I shelf educated myself at a
secret bower on the Blackwater during my
times of truancy. I can’t say that I did not
understand what was being conveyed therein.
Yet, on page 34 of last months Advertiser, I
composed a piece, published a photo, without
prior consent of the person it was pertaining to.
It is with regret I find myself, in the knowledge,
that this man and his family have been aggrieved.
Permit me to take this opportunity to apologise.



                                                    Finn Owens.