Brunch is often something decadent that should be reserved for lazy weekends. But what if brunch could be an everyday treat without the indulgence? Good Mornings is full of beautiful options that are as good for you as they are delicious. Featuring gorgeous, simple recipes, these dishes are all refined-sugar free, mostly vegetarian and packed with vegan, dairy-free and gluten-free options. With chapters focusing on fruits, vegetables, drinks, baking, eggs and grains, there's no reason every morning shouldn't be a Good Morning.

"Even So reveals the extent to which Mark Roper's move from the UK to the Kilkenny countryside in 1980 has liberated his imagination and, by allowing him to report on lived, day-to-day experience, helped him to become an extraordinarily distinguished 'nature poet'-or, perhaps the better term, 'poetic naturalist'. Ireland's gift to the poet has been an environment that is still relatively unspoiled, and continues to permit ancient harmonious relationships between land-working humans and the birds, beasts, woodland, pools and pastures with which their lives interweave. Roper's gift to his adopted home, and to the great poetic tradition of 'nature writing' in these islands, is laid out here, in this wonderfully varied miscellany of new work and selections from his earlier volumes." - Carol Rumens, from the Introduction

"Mad Max" meets "Blue Velvet" It's 2026. The world has suffered massive deprivation; man has been exposed to the wrath of a solar storm. Mother Nature has dealt her ace. Transportation as we know it, communication as we know it, no longer exist. Extinction approaches. Has God abandoned man as well? Can one man prevail over human perversity in extremis? Can love prevail in a dog eat dog existence? The solar storm lasted for eight months. Those that survived nature's warning, mainly the young, managed to migrate. The elderly were less fortunate. They were left abandoned to live in sweltering heat and forced to recreate a past life that is void of a baby's cry. Can two separate communities where dying has become an industry continue to survive? The disillusioned Reverend Dickinson shepherds his ageing community by false-hope, whilst, a few miles away, Trader barters life for death using a macabre reminder of the past to gain economic superiority. In the midst stands the beautiful young woman, Danya. Protected by her shotgun wielding, abrasive mother, Danya is the only remaining hope of escaping the poverty and aridness that surround them all. Into this environment, a young man arrives accompanied by Dog, a scavenger of the sky. Joe communicates with the dead and is able to learn the secrets of the past and, consequently, change the future.He is gifted with the ability to use his internal, positive energy to traverse the often hostile and temperamental gap in time left between life and death.Every moment Joe spends in the past is a personal sacrifice and what he dangerously learns may, or may not, agree with the insatiability of those around him. "I am Dog. It is not because he fears pain that he bites into the leather, but for the fear of past horrors and being forever entrapped by them."

"Mad Max" meets "Blue Velvet" It's 2026. The world has suffered massive depravation; man has been exposed to the wrath of a solar storm. Mother Nature has dealt her ace. Transportation as we know it, communication as we know it, no longer exist. Extinction approaches. Has God abandoned man as well? Can one man prevail over human perversity in extremis? Can love prevail in a dog eat dog existence? The solar storm lasted for eight months. Those that survived nature's warning, mainly the young, managed to migrate. The elderly were less fortunate. They were left abandoned to live in sweltering heat and forced to recreate a past life that is void of a baby's cry. Can two separate communities where dying has become an industry continue to survive? The disillusioned Reverend Dickinson shepherds his ageing community by false-hope, whilst, a few miles away, Trader barters life for death using a macabre reminder of the past to gain economic superiority. In the midst stands the beautiful young woman, Danya. Protected by her shotgun wielding, abrasive mother, Danya is the only remaining hope of escaping the poverty and aridness that surround them all. Into this environment, a young man arrives accompanied by Dog, a scavenger of the sky. Joe communicates with the dead and is able to learn the secrets of the past and, consequently, change the future.He is gifted with the ability to use his internal, positive energy to traverse the often hostile and tempremental gap in time left between life and death.Every moment Joe spends in the past is a personal sacrifice and what he dangerously learns may, or may not, agree with the insatiability of those around him. "I am Dog. It is not because he fears pain that he bites into the leather, but for the fear of past horrors and being forever entrapped by them."

A compelling collection of stories reflecting an adolescent's memories of an unconventional upbringing in Southern Africa during the 1960's. Allowed to roam the veldt under the protective wing of the Swazi Warrior, Mabuza, the boy's journey is merged with humour, witticisms, anecdotes and insights from having to navigate the potholes that are left behind by the abrupt disappearance of his father. From learning how to walk with bare feet and how to deal with the unorthodox teaching methods of Meneer Gerber, the reader is transported into a boy's world where dreams triumph over reality. Set under the bigness of the African sky, the stories are pivoted by the boy's imagining of his father convalescing in a distant hospital, where a natural remedy might be the potion for us all. "I wanted to put up my hand and ask if God's car had any gears, especially a reverse gear. I was thinking that a reverse gear would be a good idea for God's car because if there were any mistakes to be fixed, God could just reverse over the mistakes and then drive forward again. This way He could repair the mistakes and make certain they never occurred again. But I did not ask. But I know I must." Mabuza once told me that if there are holes in the road you often travel, stop and fill them in, for this will help the man travelling behind you.

Opening and closing with poems that describe what he calls a river's 'breath', Mark Roper's collection develops his reputation as one of the most admired nature poets of his generation.