Threshold - by
Our strength is our difference. / Dinny fear it. Dinny caw canny. …
doors
One Year the Door Will Open - by
Door, I have knocked, pushed,
/ licked and, for a year, stroked
/ your veins smooth as varnish.
/ My knuckles are hard, black beetles.
/ We…
I have lost my bearings - by
It is time to go north. I want / to listen to silence and unpick its voices: / the wind…
Open the Door - by
Open the door for the auld year
/ It is the pairtin-time:
/ Open the door for the new year
/ And lat the bairn win…
The Door - by
Go and open the door.
/ Maybe outside there’s
/ …