I lay waitingBetween turf-face and demesne wall,Between Heathery levelsAnd glass-toothed stone. My body was BrailleFor the creeping influences:Dawn suns groped over my headAnd cooled at my feet, Through my fabrics and skinsThe seeps of winterDigested me,The illiterate roots Pondered and diedIn the cavingsOf stomach and socket.I lay waiting On the gravel bottom,My brain darkening,A jar […]

So, in the spirit of tricking people into reading poetry, particularly Irish poetry, and slyly encouraging people to want to participate in any form of social or folk dancing available to them . . . one of my favorites from Austin Clarke.  It’s compressed and lyrical.  It depicts one hell of a kitchen party, to […]

Writing a blog, I am often frustrated by either my failure to take the pictures I should or my inability to transmit certain sensations to all y’all.  I want you to be able to smell what I’m baking or cooking, or the flowers in my garden, or even my wet dog when he comes in […]