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february arrives.


“february, a form
 pale-vestured, wildly fair,

one of the north wind’s daughters,
with icicles in her hair.

~Edgar Fawcett, “The Masque of Months,” -1878


image credits: teodora paintings
, magic onions




the old english word ‘ealuscop’

means ‘ale-poet’;

one who recites poetry 

while drinking beer.




credits: painting by irishman, sean o’daniels, word origin from british medieval history

poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate. -john denham



Everything on the earth bristled,

the bramble pricked

and the green thread nibbled away,

the petal fell,

falling until the only flower was the falling itself.

Water is another matter,

has no direction but its own bright grace,

runs through all imaginable colors,

takes limpid lessons from stone,

and in those functionings plays out

the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

Pablo Neruda


killarney, ireland