Flashback Friday, Matthew MacFadyen Does Poems

I know, the recent trend is Throwback Thursday, but as a poet, I just cannot do it. Too many other meanings to “throwback.” When I was a kid dad took us fishing, and the fish that were too small got thrown back. I cannot help associate throwbacks with things that are not worth keeping, things…

When the Bird Sings Very Close: Two Poems by Seamus Heaney

Robert Lowell, one of my poetry heroes, called him “the most important Irish Poet since Yeats.” The Belfast Telegraph claims him as one of their own, since he grew up in Northern Ireland, in the village of Bellaghy, and will now be buried there in south Derry. Dublin seems to claim him since he lived, and now…

Left Over Love Poems 2: David Reads Three Shorts

Alright, this is the final love poem post, well almost. Thanks for reading, listening along. And a special thanks to those of you who shared your own favorite love poems as well. There were five official poems in the series Love Poems You Wish You Had Written, both here and in Suzie Grogan’s companion series…

Left Over Love Poems 1: Mathew MacFadyen

I know. I know. Valentine’s Day is over, but tonight Brian and I were finally able to enjoy our dinner together, so that means ’tis still the season! And though the series Love Poems You Wish You Had Written is over for this year, I still have a few more pieces I want to share….