In today's entry, I take a look at another poem by Seamus Heaney, 'The Blackbird of Glanmore,' and the extended metaphor of the 'house of life' presented therein. It's something I've been thinking about a lot during this strange period of quarantine, with a little time and stillness to reflect upon my life and re-evaluate... Continue Reading →
Poetry won’t save you: A Poem about God
'God does not exist'My husband saidMy father saidThe people said'God does not exist, neither the tooth fairy, nor Santa Claus''God does not exist?' I countered, 'tell me thenPlease tell me, if you canWhat does exist?' 'Reason' they answered, 'andEmpirically proven facts:'We can prove the earth is round; the universe, expandingA vast explosion out of nothing... Continue Reading →