Jim Culleny

19 hours ago | 3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny

PostscriptAnd sometime make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Foggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter, and inland among stones The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit By the earthed lightning of a flock of wans, Their feathers ruffed and ruffling, white on white, Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads Tucked or cresting are busy underwater.

1 day ago | 3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny

Round Them UpFamily With 2 US Citizen Children Deported by ICE After Traffic Stop Cheerios, dinner plates, wedding Rings-teapots and targets. Eyes On the circumference of your wrist. On a round table in my classroom With broken chairs: the globe. Holes punched in the left margin, being Left at the margins, not knowing: Will knuckles rattle their doors, Their shiny knobs bright, like that Once-new promise of America?

3 days ago | 3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny

A Call'Hold on,' she said, 'I'll just run out and get him. The weather here's so good, he took the chance To do a bit of weeding.' ....................................... So I saw him Down on his hands and knees beside the leek rig, Touching, inspecting, separating one Stalk from another, gently pulling up Everything not tapered, frail and leafless, Pleased to feel each little weed-root break, But rueful also . . . .................................

5 days ago | 3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny

Fall CleaningBooks read, unread, and never-will-be-read, jottings, the remains of paid bills, old tax forms, unopened software, letters years old still to be answered, manuals, CD's, Judith's note saying Cecily's ballet class has been canceled 20 years ago, a picture of my mother, in her 30's, standing by Arthur Melrose dressed in a dinner jacket.

6 days ago | 3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny

Nationalist Opera It was a party Built for the miniscule elite Lost amid acres of scuffed marble, wanderers Newspapers & schoolwork People knew To speak in surreal, mechanical hyperbole Government, of course Monuments, behemoths Of relative luxury I know what you want to ask I want you to take the truth to the world Down in the city, loudspeakers Disappearing into the hidden gulag Centuries ago The monks appeared Every morning in the lobbies of our hotels A minder was beside them The monks...