Category Archives: Writing

Claire: The Darkness of January

The albatross is a potent symbol in literature, but as seen here, dead due to the ingestion of a crazy amount of trash, it is an even more potent one. I am trying to find a poem. I’m suffering badly … Continue reading

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Claire: How You Look At It

I’ve written about my childhood home a few times over the course of the year. It’s a place that looms large in my memories, and I visit it every time I return to Ireland. I have seen it change over … Continue reading

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Claire: The Day in Haiku

I’m tired after a very busy week behind me and another ahead, so I’m going to revert to haiku to chronicle the best parts of my day. 1. Laughter in my class And my daughter’s open arms I find gratitude … Continue reading

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Claire: Textures of Ireland

Well, there is the sod, soggy yet steady underfoot, turned by farmers’ shovels and stacked neatly in lopsided piles. There is the sleek smoothness of silage under wraps–long sheets of hard plastic housing fermenting grasses for the cows. There is … Continue reading

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Claire: Gearing Up for Winter

I can’t believe winter has not officially begun. We had our first real snow of the season this morning with just enough white on the ground to linger for a few hours. The winds are whipping too; Free and I … Continue reading

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Claire: Freewrite Friday

Things are busy; they’re very, very busy. Without further ado, then, I will keep my promise to do more creative writing by doing two freewrites, come what may. I’ve just asked Newman to supply me with two Ireland related topics, … Continue reading

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Claire: My Mother’s Words

“The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice” Peggy O’ Mara My mother’s voice comes to me in waves. I don’t remember what it was I said the first time I said something that originated with her, … Continue reading

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