Category Archives: Poetry

Solway

Galloway, Solway: glittering seas in the blaze of summer green lands low-lying tumbling bush and trees random Mandelbrot sequence peninsular as digits of a hand outstretched, upturned, open to the sky waiting for the great yellow ball of sun to … Continue reading

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If Winter Goes

Sunlight! And snow still on the ground around Glasgow. It’s been a weird old winter here at the northerly tip of Europe (and supposedly soon to be sawn off at the neck by halfwits in London). Been too busy shoveling … Continue reading

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News

Well, it must be high time I posted some news here. My tenth book, “The Fallen West”, an unusual collection of both short stories and poetry, is now available for pre-order from Californian publisher Snuggly Books. The cover painting is … Continue reading

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A Sepia Photograph

Hidden in a drawer unseen for fifty years is a photograph they never showed us: our parents young and in love, seated back to back on a rock by the sea posing, laughing, smiling to friends like a message to … Continue reading

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The Yearning Year

Skeletal fingers impossibly long shadows reaching out across the town last rays of October light washing roofs red with twisting wisps of endless longing mauve cloud overhead long copper drifts of crinkling kindling rustling all around the trunks and branches … Continue reading

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Borders

Into the endless breeze-rippled sea of barley and wheat let me vanish with the unknowable hare and the deer who run alone hearts throbbing and the blind shrew who can never know night.

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Rain Town

Rain on the attic roof tender footsteps of youth remembered and all the unconquered possibilities of immaculate Saturdays waiting in glistening wrapping my beloved city where the crowds ebb and flow on station platforms like the systole of a giant … Continue reading

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