Humanity - by
You can tire of island lifeSalt Sea Sky Open space. A crowded streetSprayed name on red brick wallIs a visual treatAnd people People People.
cities
A Northern Suburb - by
Nature selects the longest way, And winds about in tortuous grooves;A thousand years the oaks decay; The wrinkled glacier hardly moves. But here the whetted fangs of change Daily devour the old demesne –The busy farm, the quiet grange, The wayside inn, the village green. In gaudy yellow brick and red, With rooting pipes, like creepers rank,The shoddy terraces o’erspread Meadow, […]
Interventions around a city - by
The grandeur of the buildings which were wiped out
may be reconceivable by the sky’s grandeur
The Prows o’ Reekie - by
O wad this braw hie-heapit toun Sail aff like an enchanted ship, Drift owre the warld’s seas up and doun, And kiss wi’ Venice lip to lip, Or anchor into Naples’ Bay A misty island far astray Or set her rock to Athens’ wa’, Pillar to pillar, stane to stane, The cruikit spell o’ her […]
Hotel Room, 12th Floor - by
This morning I watched from here
a helicopter skirting like a damaged insect
the Empire State Building,
I Lost my Shoes on Rachel Street - by
I lost my shoes on Rachel St.
/ Head lolled back to rest
/ against a pillow of the Mont
/ kiss the foot of the…
Buddy, Can You Spare a Rhyme? - by
Buddy can you spare a rhyme, the time, / a line for Paisley?…
The Glassblower Dances - by
The words first appeared on a lamp post
/ on a dirty road between a chip shop
/ and some tired Turkish…
Text - by
I am sending a message again.
/ Maybe you can’t hear it
/ through all the noise of lights
/ and the dangerous way things…
Home Town Elegy - by
(For Aberdeen in Spring)
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/ Glitter of mica at the windy corners,
/ Tar in the nostrils, under blue lamps budding
/ Like bubbles of…
The Silver City - by
Yonder she sits beside the tranquil Dee,
/ Kindly yet cold, respectable and wise,
/ Sharp-tongued though civil, with wide-open eyes,
/ Dreaming of hills, yet…
Edinburgh - by
If they should ask what makes the stuff of us
/ We should call up such idle things…