Blowin’ In: Travel Wonder
Blowin’ In: Wonder By Susan Mangan When all the others were away at Mass I was all hers as we peeled potatoes. They broke the silence, let fall […]
Blowin’ In: Stargazing
Blowin’ In: Stargazing By Susan Mangan Paint at night those stars in a frosty sky, one brighter than another. Sirius, Orion, Great Bear accustom eyes to deepest pitch that […]
Blowin’ In: Christmas Spice
Blowin’ In: Christmas Spice By Susan Mangan “A mince pie carries with it everything I hold dear about this time of year. In that tiny morsel lies the very spirit […]
Late Autumn Blessings: Blowin’ In
Blowin’ in: Late Autumn Blessings By Susan Mangan If you stand near the uneven shores of the lake long enough and are still, so still that […]
Folklore and Fear: Blowin’ In
Blowin’ In: Folklore and Fear By Susan Mangan Me ma was always scoldin’ me, “Hazel, carry the bucket to yer father. Don’t be daft dreamin’ about the face of […]
Notes from an Irish Field: Blowin’ In
Blowin’ In: Notes from an Irish Field By Susan Mangan Staring into long shadows cast by the old Rowan tree, I thought so long that my tea went cold. Ruminating […]
Soil: Blowin’ In
Blowin’ In: Soil By Susan Mangan Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests . . . Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks […]
Blowin’ In: Call of the Pipes
Blowin’ In: Call of the Pipes By Susan Mangan “The bagpipes – they are screaming and they are sorrowful. There is a wail in their merriment and cruelty in their […]
Blowin In: Spring Swans
Blowin’ in: Spring Swans By Susan Mangan “Nine- and-fifty swans . . . Scatter wheeling in great broken rings . . . And now my heart is sore […]
Blowin’ In: Lucy in the Garden
Blowin’ In: Lucy in the Garden By Susan Mangan “Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies went down the lane to gather blackberries, but Peter, who was very […]
