Jack, my father, I am flying to you on words, on white-topped condor wings of thoughts to the high altiplano where you are perched. I
Category: poems
Alla Luna (a lunar cycle)
Last summer we lived on the planet of purest sadness looking at people in the streets like aliens – looking at each day as if
No Can Do
I know I’m a total party-pooper. But there’s no way I can go to Red Lobster. I have to stay home. I have to rest.
The Great Blasket Island
Six men born on this island have come back after twenty-one years. They climb up the overgrown roads to their family houses and come out
Well-Heeled
So what’s to live for? I’m placing an American Express Gold Card on the cash desk – seven hundred and fifty dollars down the drain
Saturday Afternoon in Dublin
Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau is in the process of depressing me singing the ‘Der Einsame im Herbst’ section of Das Lied von der Erde. A flute is
Edible Anecdotes #24
The first thing you say is ‘May I help you Ma’am?’ If she answers ‘I’m still deciding’, well then you reply ‘Our choc-o-licious offer for