P.S.

Today is the last work day of the summer months for me. It’s been a strange, amazing, unexpected, inimitable summer. Rough and exquisite. I’m ending it with Seamus Heaney at my favourite public workplace with a great cup of coffee. The last poem in Heaney’s 1996 collection The Spirit Level is called “Postscript.” I ordered […]

On listening to pain

I have been thinking, for years, about pain. Trying to tell myself a story about it. Writing a novel about it. Every poem, every essay, every walk along the river, is a part of the conversation I’ve been having with it. I have known the wrenching pain of grief for loved ones, the positive but […]

Of Love and Opposites

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,

into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,

and weep, […]