Paraic O'Donnell | Writer. Lives in a very small way.

Poetry

  • The Scale of Things

      It is a small thing, after all, small enough to be thought lost when we…

  • December

      It isn’t beauty that brings you here, or not quite; traipsing up into the last…

  • Cryptography

      All this is happening for a reason, or it is not. Take this apple, as…

  • Riverhead

    September 11, 2001 I. Even the Long Island Expressway this far east, feels lulled and rapt:…

  • Twist

      Done right, it is a footfall–torn awry. A stone, hinged from known earth gives onto…

  • Neurology

      In the picture on the left, a healthy volunteer begins the day with a brisk…