Wha’s Doctor Wha? Wha better kens nor he that jouks the yetts and rides the birlin wheels o time and space, shape-shiftin as he reels through endless versions o reality? Bit dis he ken himsel? Weel, mibbe sae, yet wha’s tae ken gin aw that’s kent by Wha maks mair or less or better sense […]
we stand together, each one a Spartaca / no longer silent or alone: each voice stronger, / massing, alive, a…
Nothing Massa like / like more slave pickney / to grow into big slave / to serve slavery.
How does she feel? Hey, girl, did it feel strange / To be waiting for the a-changing times to change?…
/ she wants to strip the willow
/ she desires the keys
And the Lord said:
/ I shall send my child to earth
/ to be a teacher and a comforter
/ and my child shall have…
I didna speak
/ whan it bleetert doon.
/ Ma man wis gey taen up wi’ getting us
/ sortit, an’ it wis…