Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. ~from the poem "Digging
If self is a location, so is love.
The gift of writing is to be self-forgetful...
Don't be surprised if I demur, for, be advised my passport's green.
If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.
But that citizen's perception was also at one with the truth in recognizing that the very brutality of the means by which the IRA were pursuing change was destructive of the trust upon which new possibilities would have to be based.