...could be the title of a poem but is not...just yet. It describes the locale of Jonathan Swift after he was ordained an Anglican priest in Ireland on January 13, 1695. My fellow poet is also my namesake so this inaugural posting tips its craft to him this day.
As he announced epitaphically, the man was full of savage indignation. Happily, I have inherited this trait and will nurture it in this space.
Go, Swift! Go, Swiftly!
The setting for this website is somewhere in the ethersphere under a winter sun (Fanny Howe!) and I will post missives/missiles, flaming figments, and loose notes
of this and that and whatnot regarding poems, poets, you and me so stay-tuned, come visit again and again, and WELCOME!
J/C