Glasgow Sonnet i - by
A mean wind wanders through the backcourt trash.
Hackles on puddles rise, old mattresses
puff briefly and subside…
architecture
The Eye - by
Across the bay, they’re building a house
/ with a glass wall, panes all the way up
/
/ into the gable, windows that wrap
/ around…
A Poem for a Morning - by
I had to get nearer the sky,
For the city was too full of rooms
And I can’t be content with a window.
For the Opening of the Scottish Parliament, 9 October 2004 - by
Open the doors! Light of the day, shine in; light of the mind, shine out!
/ We have a building which is…