I Glimpse Lives I Shouldn’t Doors open to decaying illusions, casting light on what we’re allowed to see the way the tide obscures half-buried pollution. These are the doors we try to lock, expecting the monster within to entertain himself like an only child, but he gorges on isolation, does push-ups relishing his proximity to the floor’s grime, waiting for the...
Sharing Poetry: Eavan Boland, "The Lost Land" →
sharingpoetry: I have two daughters. They are all I ever wanted from the earth. Or almost all. I also wanted one piece of ground: One city trapped by hills. One urban river. An island in its element. So I could say mine. My own. And mean it. Now they are grown up and far away and memory itself has…
Holiday Poetry (that has nothing to do with the...
Setting Fire to a Soul So they said she was a witch and condemned her to an ashen demise atop a pyre lacking the accoutrements her Norse ancestors enjoyed. With no time to reflect on a life of conviction, she hummed a song her mother had taught her in their garden while tending goldenrods. Fearing incantation, the tribunal hastened the execution, constructing the wood pile to prolong...
Remembering Ernest Hemingway →
A nice, brief tribute to Ernest Hemingway 50 years after his death. Includes his Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech and some good commentary on his work. I know readers either love him or hate him, but it’s hard to deny his genius.