
My Seamus Heaney
The artist’s mind is in tune with the abyss, lost in ambition, ever driving deeper—wrestling with noises and the spectra …
The artist’s mind is in tune with the abyss, lost in ambition, ever driving deeper—wrestling with noises and the spectra …
This time last year, I heard Seamus Heaney read from his oeuvre at London’s Southbank Centre. After that hour, I …
Though my regular acquaintance with contemporary poetry periodicals comprises only four or five magazines, I assert that Stephanie Rose Adams’ …
Up, black, striped and demasked like the chasuble At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tail Paraded the skunk. Night after …
Mine is sapling-young. Mine is sourced from the gravity of others—indirect as the sun from car window to concrete. I …
from “Mycenae Outlook” II. Cassandra No such thing as innocent bystanding. Her soiled vest, her little breasts, her clipped, devast- ated, …
In David Baker’s “Belong To,” the you and me of the ballad “You Belong to Me” (made famous by Patti …
[In honor of Seamus Heaney (1939-2013), SHARKPACK offers short reflections on our favorite passages by the Irishman. —Ed.] When all the others …