Bridge
Fat land, moss wadded, pushes against my feet, carrying me to the bridge; held in the scent of warm brine and red fescue. Swaddled by wind fingers, I … Continue reading
Dunnet Head (Fair Isle*)
In the tactile quiet, the whine of the nervous system drowns the black sea, north of Dunnet Head. A caged sound wash on this fluid canvas – where aspic … Continue reading
Ullapool – Remembrance Sunday 2019 (Hebrides)
1 The sun absent; the moon a papercut. Hibernal lowery. An unexpected crunching woke me. Footsteps on gravel. A faint gruffling noise as something brushed against the chalet door; a … Continue reading
Nairn
Saltwater seethes from the Black Isle to tease an endless beach; sea touching sky with a palette of blue green and haze grey. Rothko shimmers quickening the landscape painting … Continue reading
Jack Skellington Moment….
What’s this? What’s This! I’m only in the new issue of The London Magazine! Second appearance, third soon. Two poems over three pages, both with a slightly Viking bent… As … Continue reading
Two of the reasons I’m doing a PhD
A Confessional Prose Poem of sorts. i) Martin came by to babysit. I was three and had heard Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys on the radio that morning … Continue reading
News, apologies, excitement (slight return)
If I’ve seemed a bit quiet of late, there are a number of good reasons. Firstly, I’ve been chasing up a PhD for myself and after several months, I’ve got … Continue reading
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