Category Archives: Poems

The Church Elder

He is a black crow stalking the raven congregation in their oiled raincoats. The women are pigeons in their plain scarves, but here is one who seems a robin redbreast, brighteyed and laughing in her flowered blouse. He passes her, … Continue reading

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Sauchiehall St

After a long time of bare concrete and branches the sun’s touch quickens my cold eye to the proud blue bloom of an artificial flower on a chemo-barren skull to the tree of a man bowed under one budding son … Continue reading

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Tip Tap Flat

I have three poems coming out in an anthology of new creative writing and graphic art inspired by the City of Glasgow, to be launched Thursday 28th June, 6.30pm in Waterstones Sauchiehall Street. More details at: http://www.freightbooks.co.uk/tip-tap-flat-a-view-of-glasgow/ The poems include … Continue reading

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Same City, Different Maps

Glasgow University and the Glasgow School of Art are launching an anthology of creative writing, Tip Tap Flat. The working title for the anthology was “Same City, Different Maps”, and the theme is the city of Glasgow.  I am lucky enough to have … Continue reading

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Mourning in Arduaine – published in New Writing Scotland 29

A cool mercury light, Water pulling sky to sea, That soft grey sympathy Of water and stone. Shuna, small and jagged, Echoed, with variations, By Luing. Seil a faint fond shadow Embracing them both. Each made of the same stone … Continue reading

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Tea

A teacup talks to the child whose nose just clears the table, its pink and blue flowers eloquent in their simplicity, the rim and handle gilt worn in the places his grandmother’s lips and fingers have touched it; it speaks … Continue reading

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Working out of the net

I take the lift to the top of the Mack out of the tightening web of people and breathe the quiet dark, as by a country fireside, with the city nestled like a bed of embers among the hills. I see … Continue reading

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