Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

Christine McCarthy is a native New Yorker. Her great grandmother came from Cork and arrived with a note pinned to her chest from Ellis Island. She would certainly be very proud of her descendants today, especially her great granddaughter! Christine is in the middle of writing a grant to the National Science Foundation to make a film and start a website on developments arising from the sequencing of the proteome.

The proteome is the entirety of world protein. New cures and technological breakthroughs are occurring daily due to the sequencing of the genome and proteome.

She hopes to create a not-for-profit media company, Watercress Media, that will inform the public about discoveries as they occur.

She likes to write and read poetry in her spare time. It helps her stay grounded and reflective about what is happening in the world of science and society in general. Also, she hopes to publish a book of poetry called Observances. She has had an interest in poetry since high school and was admitted to Phillips Andover Academy because of her strength in reading English poetry.

The Big Snow

It came down swirling in the wind
And the world stopped for a while,
like a quiet Sunday when all you do
is pray and take a walk.

Now we are waiting for garbage collection.
Even that saved a life. He jumped after
an eviction notice was given. He just
got out of the hospital and could not
take the cruelty of everything anymore.
The garbage on the curb saved him.
One of life's crazy ironies.

I went to mass in the furious weather
and sang. The snow still clings in
old graying piles on a car.
You could hear it melting on the rooftop,
falling water, comforting.

© Christine McCarthy