Here in this city, Surrounded by six million twittering birds. Or perhaps they are all ants? I’m sure some of them are aunts? It doesn’t matter. They are as foreign to us, As aliens from planet Zeta Mou. We are all that is. In this city, In this apartment, in the world. We stand shining, […]

It’s 2014. Pick up your shovel and start digging. Digging By Seamus Heaney Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends […]