The Night of the Arabian

The Night of the Arabian( page 1, excerpt) On a blustery afternoon in April, 1976 , the sleepy village of Mooncoin, Co. Kilkenny, came alive to a spectacle that brought shopkeepers running and saw bricklayers dropping their trowels to gawk. The excited crowd grew and converged on the market square to feast on a vision […]

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Begin–a poem by Brendan Kennelly

With winter seeming interminable this year, I dare not add to the embargoed mindset with more solemnity. At times like these–the ones that try men’s and women’s souls–I reach for the great, evocative Irish poets. This month, I’m going with Brendan Kennelly–who ranks with the very best, in my view–and his fine poem, Begin. It […]

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Love Poems from two perspectives: Browning and Kavanagh

Given the harsh weather across the land and the downer that is February, I thought I’d take a break from the tough topic of social inequality and go with a bit of poetry. However, although it’s Valentine’s Day, the poems are not all sweetness and light. This first poem, How Do I Love Thee, is […]

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Why Income Inequality Is Not The Real Problem

    Why Income Inequality Is Not The Real Problem   Thanks to the Occupy Movement, the notion of “the 1%” got some traction back in 2010, even before Mitt Romney consecrated the “47 %” at his infamous, fat-cat fundraiser. At the time, even progressives thought the idea of a 99:1 split was a bit  rich, […]

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Whatever You Say, Say Nothing: An Irish Christmas Story

The transaction seemed innocent enough at the time: a special Christmas treat involving the barter of a fat goose for a chunk of  Angus beef between two farm families. But it would turn into a tragic-comedy with sinister roots reaching back 150 years. It was Christmas ,1951, but in rural Leinster, we were still living […]

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That time of year

From time to time, I’ll share some of my favorite poetry on this blog. Today it’s Shakespeare’s Sonnet #73, which some of you will know as the October Sonnet. This morning, I woke to a first frost on the windows, the usual wondrous artwork on full display as only nature can do, and a crisp […]

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