The Swan – Mar. 25, 2020
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air – An armful of white blossoms, A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies, Biting the air […]
The Seven Streams – Nov. 13, 2019
Come down drenched, at the end of May, with the cold rain so far into your bones that nothing will warm you except your own walking and let the sun come out at the day’s end by Slievenaglasha with the rainbows doubling over Mulloch Mor and see your clothes steaming in the bright air. Be […]
