Saying goodbye to my daughter at night - by
The sound down low, the impossible blue
/ of the Water Cube in Beijing filling the screen.
/
/ A young diver stands on the…
diving
Out of the Blue – 12 - by
You have picked me out.
Through a distant shot of a building burning
you have noticed now
that a white cotton shirt is twirling, turning.
Sonnet - by
Here even the valley of the shadow of death / has taken upon itself the mantle of beauty.
An Sgrìobhaiche Gàidhlig - by
Mar chleasaiche-sorcais ann an cartùn-TV,
/ a’ dàibhigeadh le snasmhorachd ghlan
/ bho chòmhnard bheag 60 troigh a dh’ àirde
/ a-steach dha ghlainne làn bùirn.
/
/ Ri…