Sainless - by
I hae stuid an hour o the lown midsimmer nicht
/ til twal o the knock i the leelang glamarie-licht
/ by…
Place: Fife & Angus
In Praise of Balgeddie - by
I.
/ I sing of a spot,
/ Tho’ the warld knows it not,
/ And it’s nae…
Baltic Street - by
/ My dainty lass, lay you the blame
/ Upon the richtfu’ heid;
/ ‘Twas daft ill-luck that bigg’d yer hame
/ …
Wynd - by
In the hours between Stingray and the evening meal, / when the strings of family, place and history / working…
Kirkforthar - by
The sun trickles though calligraphy
/ on the pine-tops and the path
/ becomes a chess board of dark and light,
/ a swithering of midges
/ one…
Shrunkelt - by
There were cobbles then in George Street,
/ whan I wis young, message-laddie
/ til Bob Mackenzie, The Grocer, North Street
/
/ The bike dunted ower…
The Fields o Angus - by
Thro nicht oor machinery roared,
/ spun, beat, powped and chilled
/ the plump rasps juiced for jam.
/ We wrocht or denner broke oor shift
/ syne…
The Thread - by
Jamie made his landing in the world
/ so hard he ploughed straight back into the earth.
/ They caught him by the thread…
The Pool - by
The auld ootside swimmin-pool
/ Absurd next tae muckle sanstane boilins,
/ Survivors o mony storms an gales.
/
/ Its watter,
/ Sic wondrous dark brouns;
/ Velveteen glory
/ O the…
Paris – Forfar - by
From the window of the Hardie-Condie Café, I see the ghost of a …
The Cowdenbeath Man - by
In the slow revolving
/ of the mineral heavy Earth,
/ how long did the great hump of Hill of Beath
/ take to make coal?
/ How…
Dingle Dell - by
There is no passport to this country,
/ it exists as a quality of the language.
/
/ It has no landscape you can visit;
/ when…