Borders - by
That sound outside, near Sandyhills bridge,
/ along Barnhourie Burn, a high wild wailing
/ winding down to a long low growl of echo,
/ has…
fear
This Is Bad Enough - by
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 ……
The Privacy of Typewriters - by
I am an old book troglodyte
one who composes on paper
and types up the result
as many times as need be.
The Dark - by
If you think of the dark
/ as a black park
/ and the moon as a bounced ball,
/ then there’s nothing to be frightened…
The Volunteer - by
I took my heart from the fire of love,
/ Molten and warm not yet shaped clear,
/ And tempered…
Ward 64 - by
the curtain’s beige and orange checks
/ do nothing to divide us
/
/ when her drip beeps I think it’s mine
/
/ when she hears the…
Lucozade - by
My mum is on a high bed next to sad chrysanthemums.
/ ‘Don’t bring flowers, they only wilt and die.’
/ I am scared…
from Lifeboat Disaster - by
All this second night
/ the wind drops slates into gardens
/ bends steel radio masts at the chimney
/ smashes their teeth on…
Parachute men say . . . - by
Parachute men say
/ The first jump
/ Takes the breath away
/ Feet in the air disturb
/ Till you get used to it.
/
/ Solid ground
/ Is not where…
Poetry and I - by
The sin is that I wasn’t a stone
/ And the troubles of the world make me…
The Ice-Wolf - by
Who doesn’t know I come from Rastušje
/ And went to school in Podvinje?…
/
/ A winter’s morning. Frost.
/ I’m walking alone from the village.
/ Passing…
Hurricane Georges - by
Me wake up in the middle of the night
/ and me foot bottom wet. Mommy come in
/ with shower curtain to put…