I met more birds at the Tower of London :-)

By Brittaney Mann Yesterday we visited the Tower of London, and I was very excited when I saw the ravens when we entered deeper into the tower — also feeling guilty that they’re trapped in cages to ensure the monarch does not fall. I share a birthday with Edgar Allen Poe, so it was a …

Dancing at Lughnasa

By Brittaney Mann “In that memory atmosphere is more real than incident and everything is simultaneously actual and illusory. In that memory, too, the air is nostalgic with the music of the thirties.” from Michael’s end monologue in Dancing at Lughnasa The National Theatre’s production of Dancing at Lughnasa by Brian Friel is gorgeous. The actors did …

Walking to Russel Square tube station, wondering, could a pigeon be my pet? 

By Brittaney Mann Before beginning serious thoughts and reflection in prose, here are those same concepts expressed in a poem: I love a thing called sky rat head bobbing, bouncy, buoyant-looking birds, pigeons of Piccadilly Circus, I pick you street scrap stealing, statute standers, you lively little, likely unloved, you silent tiptoe, road running, startled …