The Nightfishing - by
Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
Blue Crevasse
Out of the Clyde - by
A boy once more who learnt the lessons early – / that those who hurt you most, you love most dearly.
Fantasia On A Line Of W.S. Graham - by
I still remember when I cared enough / to watch you sleep
The Porcelain Cliff - by
Dust is curious. / Dust is thirsty.
Headland - by
Waxy sporadic grass knitting the sand…A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quayand a wedge of sandpipers lifts in fright from the shore:The circus king is back for one last stand!Last performance of the season – tonight!His old gardening jacket hangs like a phantom behind the doorI have a febrile energy for […]
Roger Hilton, November ’64 - by
Sydney Graham reach me a hand.
Seastairway - by
sea-troughs~sea-tombs~seawalls
“One Renfrewshire Man To Another” - by
To articulate clearly what is difficult to say / I shall transmit this by a beam from a lighthouse
Three Awkward Ears - by
ice-burned tongues / clump into celestine’s / eye-blue spar
W*nd - by
Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
In a Secondhand Bookshop - by
Maybe I buy the book in the brief belief / that thoughts can be reciprocal
The Interior - by
A lifetime of work to own a house / then you end up diminished by it.