One of the most harrowing moments in the whole history of the harrowing of the heart in Northern Ireland came when a minibus full of workers...

To come back to where we go when we die. I have two thoughts. When I’m trying to sleep or very down and laid up in bed I often return to the...

Recently I had a pretty bad spell of anxiety and depression for no apparent reason. One part may be the fact that while I was in Taiwan I ha...

The Mower The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found    A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,    Killed. It had been in the long grass. ...

Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thou...

  A neighborhood tuxedo cat’s walking the fence line and the dogs are going bonkers in the early morning. The louder they bark, the more the...

  Move him into the sun—   Gently its touch awoke him once,  At home, whispering of fields half-sown.  Always it woke him, even in France,  ...

  MY candle burns at both ends;   It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–   It gives a lovely light! Edna st Vincen...

Why, Dot asks, stuck in the back seat of her sister’s two-door, her freckled hand feeling the roof for the right spot to pull her wide self ...

  “While the Shepherds watched their flocks by night / All seated on the ground / A high-explosive shell came down / And mutton rained aroun...

 

 Last night we went to bed early and lay there each doing our thing. I found Good Poems on my Kindle and giggled at the biographies of the a...

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 –1950) Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;  Nor yet a floating ...