Poetry Friday
I Meant to Do My Work Today I meant to do my work today— But a brown bird sang in the apple tree, And a butterfly flitted across the field, And all the… Continue reading
I Meant to Do My Work Today I meant to do my work today— But a brown bird sang in the apple tree, And a butterfly flitted across the field, And all the… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week.
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week.
IN PASSINGby Lisel Mueller How swiftly the strained honeyof afternoon lightflows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs offits special mysteryin order to break into blossom: as if what exists, existsso that it… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week.
Perhaps it is because I come from an Irish tradition of the seanachai, the story-teller, that I hold the art of storytelling in such high esteem. In times past, neighbours gathered around the fire… Continue reading
Everything Is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the dramaas if you were alone. As if lifewere a progressive and cunning crimewith no witness to the tiny hiddentransgressions. To feel… Continue reading
“Ten times a day something happens to me like this–some strengthening throb of amazement–some good sweet empathetic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week.