The Brexfast After - by
what does it even mean
to lie these days
and will you agree
that it is easily done
breakfast
Hello, I am Scotland - by
Who wakes every morning
/ in a brilliant mood as auburn bursts
/ cast filigree nets over foreheads
/ and swingparks and paint themselves
/ on pavements.
A Poem Before Breakfast - by
before the door opens and the pony crashes in with hoof-dirt and flicky
/ muzzle. You ordered eggs and toast but Pony’s…
Hunang og blóð - by
Til eru skáld
/ sem vakna andfúl að morgni
/ fá sér harðsoðið egg með blaðinu
/ hunang í teið
/ en frussa svo í vaskinn:
/ Oj blóðbragð
/
/ Önnur vakna
/ í…