I am moving in the dead of night, packing things, turning out lights. My fingers tie knots like fish nets. I want to be in my mother’s house but she is all the way over the other side of the world. Boxes; I can’t see out of the back window. Leila is a bundle in […]
No one
Looks forward to being old and alone,
The carer with a spoon,
Visitor gone
Certain women. And some young boys.
/ Women with some uncertainties
/ but something they knew about
/ that made them need to say something.
/ Two of…
The night is darkening round me,
/ The wild winds coldly blow;
/ But a tyrant spell has bound me,
/ And I cannot, cannot go.
/
/ The…
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest / To children ardent for some desperate glory, / The…
When grey shapes slip the shadows of the morning
/ My small birds sit in silence in the eaves
/ But daylight brings indifferent…
As time draws near
/ the end of our days
/ and the plates fall
/
/ away from our knees,
/ let us not be…
It wakes when I wake, walks
/ when I walk, turns back when I
/ turn back, beating me to the door.
/
/ It spoils my…
When despair for the world grows in me
/ and I wake in the night at the least sound
/ in fear of what…
That sound outside, near Sandyhills bridge,
/ along Barnhourie Burn, a high wild wailing
/ winding down to a long low growl of echo,
/ has…
This is bad enough
/ So please …
/
/ Don’t give me
/ gobbledegook.
/
/ Don’t give me
/ pages and dense pages
/ and
/ “this leaflet aims to explain ……
I am an old book troglodyte
one who composes on paper
and types up the result
as many times as need be.
