I wonder if they pack the wicker ribs of the burning man with Persephone’s gems, sweet, sweating, burning, bursting as the fire comes. Like even the black tarmack does when Pele’s blood creeps, unstoppable intensity, to the sea. Everything isRead more…
This is about you
Give up what you’ve done. Change the sky. Throw things away! Give up the what’s gone before. This is about you. Stop being someone else. Love god, who is here all day, has not left, cannot take a bus toRead more…
What I did not do
I did not move back to Ireland, get involved in politics, buy and remodel a terminally quaint house, and rename it something Celtic, seeding the yard with guard geese.I did not take a job out of college making 90 grandRead more…