Old Age - by
I have, I think, most organs that
/ I started with. Some shaped by time
/ foreshortened, elongated, dulled.
/ I keep at bay…
culture
grave dust - by
The night I got grave dust on my hands after dusting off my mother’s grave / I was lent a…
The Theatre Royal’s Gorgeous Transformation to the Hall of a Thousand Lights - by
As fast as Glasgow burned its theatres to the ground
/ it built them back again – we couldn’t do
/ without our…
Connecting Cultures - by
Such words can sound like flagged-up slogans, true. / What we merely say says nothing — / All that matters…