#29 – Little Things Are Big Things

Mossbawn: Sunlight {Seamus Heaney} There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the slung bucket and the sun stood like a griddle cooling against the wall of each long afternoon. So, her hands scuffled over the bakeboard, the reddening stove sent its plaque of heat againstContinue reading “#29 – Little Things Are Big Things”

Poem for a Sunday Morning

Scaffolding {Seamus Heaney, 1939-2013} Masons, when they start upon a building, Are careful to test out the scaffolding; Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points, Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints. And yet all this comes down when the job’s done Showing off walls of sure and solid stone. So if, my dear,Continue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Poem for a Sunday Morning

Nonce Words The road taken to bypass Cavan took me west, so at Derrylin I turned east. Sun on ice, white floss on reed and brush, the bridge-iron cast in an Advent silence I drove across, then pulled in, parked and sat breathing mist on the windscreen. Requiescat… I got out well happed up, stoodContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Take the path of vulnerability

I hand out an assignment to my class. There are a list of options from which to choose, one of which is “Emotional Intelligence.” Perusing the list a student raises his hand and asks, “Will you please tell me what ‘Emotional Intelligence” is? An act of vulnerability in service of learning. A friend says toContinue reading “Take the path of vulnerability”