for my son
/ O my heart is the unlucky heir of the ages
/ And my body is unwillingly the secret agent
/ Of my…
for my son
Time alone separates the dull red
/ granite of these cliffs and the red
/ clay in the kirkyard yonder.
/ As I stand…
For Josie, my mother
/ On the day when
/ the weight deadens
/ on your shoulders
/ and you stumble,
/ may the clay dance
/ to balance you.
/ And when your…
We sat together in silence.
/ The lost look in your eyes.
/ Once they were like eternal stars.
/ You were full of joy and…
We nearly missed her.
/ This little storm of life,
/ could have blown by
/ before we weathered her.
/ But here she is: sturdy,
/ definite, pointing her…
’S ann ri ur seanair Dòmhnall Buachaille
/ a bha sibh a’ bruidhinn a-raoir
/ thuirt sibh rium.
/ Ann an aisling no an soillearachadh seòmair…
/ On one face, the cistern built by the Turks,
/ now holding only dust and darkness
/ below its stone vault, where Monemvasía’s
There is no need they say
/ but the needles still move
/ their rhythms in the working of your hands
/ as easily
/ as if your…
is peopled with many surfaces.
/ Ormolu and gilt, slipper satin,
/ lush velvet couches,
/ cushions so stiff you can’t sink in.
/ Tables polished clear enough…
The orchids my mother gave me when we first met
/ are still alive, twelve days later. Although
/ some of the buds remain…
I did not promise
/ to stay with you till death do us part, or
/ anything like that,
/ so part I must, and…
She is that guid tae me so she is
/ an Am a burden tae her, I know Am ur.
/ Stuck here in…