Well hello there, my delightful digital friends. Join me for a poetry reading in Provence, where Van Gogh’s Yellow House waits for us with decaying
by memory of light
Come join us, my dearest ethereal friends. Let us commune with the spirits of W.B. Yeats, W.H. Auden, and, of course Dylan Thomas, around the
to be cleansed by rain alone
Be most welcome, my invisible interwebs friends. This week, let’s take a fake stroll through a metaphorical city – when all has grown still. đš
Emer’s vow
CĂ©ad MĂle FĂĄilte, my dearest digital friends. Pour yourself a lovely pint and come join me in a bee-buzzed glen above a riled Irish sea.
the gospel according to Sbarro
Welcome to the mall – not the lovely open-air consumer villages that we shop in these days. Oh no. I’m talking about the three-story, recycled-air,
figure eights
Welcome to a snowy little winter haven. Let us float away on snowflakes and madeleine crumbs to Combray. Pay a wee visit to Proust. Shall
the consequence of invention
Welcome to a discussion on the poetics of life, my gorgeous invisible friends. Let’s explore our rapacious need to be noticed and why it never
the pretty tune you hummed of love
Welcome to my opera of memories, my dear digital friends. Our theatre has fallen dark and awaits the music of the night. After reading this
i would i were thy bird
Welcome to my poetry courtyard, my dearest invisible friends. Tonight, Verona has lent us its moonlight, and we will all be consumed by her many
under a sycamore with Keats
Well, hello there, my dearest digial friends. I hope your April is full of bloom and restoration. Be most welcome. đ» After reading this weekâs
a bruised bouquet
Be welcome, my dear digital friends. And for those of you who celebrate – Happy Easter! đ° And for those of you who do not
just salt
Be most welcome, my dearest digital friends. Welcome to my poetic realm of salty memories. đ§ After reading this weekâs poem, if youâre so inclined,
gravity
Greetings, my invisible digital friends. You may want to have some tissues handy this week. đ„ș After reading this weekâs poem, if youâre so inclined,
the trees ask no tithe
CĂ©ad mile fĂĄilte, my dear digital friends. Happy St. Paddy’s Day week! I hope it’s filled with craic and the joy of living. For in
burnt offering
Well hi there, my dearest digital friends. Come inside for a visit. The poetic waters are dark but warm today. 𩶠After reading, if youâre
the cruelty of leaves
Hello, my digital friends. Welcome to my mythical streamside meadow, its allusive daffodils basking in the early light of March. âïž After reading, if you’re