Highland Daunder Kestrel in ma chest: wheesht yersel —you belang here, amang th gorse n heather. Lat thaim ramble their een ower you —yer broun body stravaigin th glen isnae an unnatural... Read more »
Strip LightNo more loving in the dark,that inky aquariumwhere we could be anything.Though we unplug the lamps.Though we blindfold each otherwith scented masks.Still, our eyelids glow like neon lips.Still, our breath particlesfall... Read more »
The Night Hunt In the morning, in the dark,When the stars began to blunt,By the wall of Barna ParkDogs I heard and saw them hunt All the parish dogs were there,All the... Read more »
Spring Equinox, 2021 First summer nightin a world remade,streets are carless,silence walks the roads. Flamboyant, a kitefloats flame on blue,flexes wings and the fork of its tailand turns on a breath. Miles... Read more »
Daybreak Morning is a revealing; confession of rivers, Rainfall hushed of the rhetoric of surprise,Field that can furrow the heart; a land our eyesHave learnt by rote, not leaned over like lovers;... Read more »
The Weight of the World Oh, how they blew like vast sails in the breeze,my mother’s wet sheets, pegged hard to the ropeof her washing line. There was always hopeof dry weather... Read more »