There are no blue plaques in our village, no Heaney or Shackelton or Yeats to commemorate. A notable event is...
Watch David Lynch read his essay “Family Farm Survivor,” or read the text below. Family Farm Survivor, by David...
A Thin Place If you walk in a straight line across the beach from the footpath which runs between blue...
SUNDAYS You follow the thread to your country childhood, hands frozen potato gathering – little slave! the goose’s wet head...
In the shadow of South Africa’s great escarpment, the Ngwangwana river meanders east towards the Indian Ocean through a valley...
No talking to you now, quiet boy, holding May Elliott’s hand at the back of a ditch standing beside Bobby...
“Why don’t you sit down for a while, Son.” I paused. The snow still clung tough to the ground, but...
Dark turf The breeze stirred ferns on the high bank. I watched you drop down the layers of Cloneen bog, then...
Listen to Laura Swift read her poem “Silage Time.” Silage Time They looked so snug All four bundled...
Anhydrous There’s an acre where corn won’t grow From an anhydrous leak 20 years ago When Jerry’s not planting seed...
It’s 4.15 am as the alarm goes off. I’m wide awake anyway, knowing I’ve got my first morning milking on...
April 21. 4:37 a.m. The moon shines. Stars signal a clear sky. No clouds to provide a barrier to the...