The Bogholes Might Be Atlantic Seepage. The

Hope For A Great Sea-change Timid To Rebuke And Too Petty To Forgive.

Loyalism, Or Unionism, Or Protestantism, Or Whatever You Want To Call It, In Northern Ireland - It Operates Not As A Class System, But A Caste System.

Believe That A Further Shore Is Reachable From Here.

To Begin With, I Wanted That Truth To Life To Possess A Concrete Reliability, And Rejoiced Most When The Poem Seemed Most Direct, An Upfront Representation Of The World It Stood In For Or Stood Up For Or Stood Its Ground Against.

Between My Finger And My Thumb The Squat Pen Rests; Snug As A Gun. ~from The Poem "digging