Monthly Archives: September 2026

As a child, if I remember correctly, my mother had knitting needles in her hands most everings. There was always something being knitted. As much as I liked the idea of a finsihed sweater/pullover/jumper, the first trying on always had its challenges! I guess I had a “big” head and after much exertion on pullingContinue reading “The Needles Still Move!”

The back story to this poem has to do with Heaney’s stubborness in refusing to allow his wife to alter his attic writing space by inserting a skylight. To Heaney’s surprise on a return home from an extended trip to Harvard University his wife had managed to pull it off and have a skylight inserted.Continue reading “The Skylight”