Author Archives: Sebastien Butler

after Seamus Heaney    Poem makes me think of pomme, apple, eden, pomme de terre, myth in earth, God caked in mud and root. Spading at the clay, Prometheus became the first poet. Bite with the mouth bones he gave you and feel like Heaney. Potato digging is heaven—resurrection, collection, storage– heaven is death—absorption, amalgamation, […]