torthúil explores

 I suppose it is time I had a post on my blog that doesn't include the word "Christmas." January went by in a flurry of activi...

  I. This memory is older than The kitchen table just level with my forehead. I can trace the pattern on the plastic backs of the chairs: Br...

  The woods of my mind are mingled pine and birch, with far-up sunlight broken and reassembled, into a mosaic: Blue sky and sparkling coin-s...

  The Flow Zone, On the glowing rectangle of my screen: A diagonal arrow, straight (sometimes with stylized curves) Starting at zero in the ...

  August 11th to October 3rd This was supposed to be a weekly thing....right. But I chose to read some of Seamus Heaney's books from my ...

Recently, I was reading Paul Kingsnorth’s essay The Language of the Master (which is not new but was new to me.) After he describes Iain M...