point of view - by
Folded card work
landscape
Hoy Sound - by
Artist’s publication
Hoy Sound - by
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Loch Coimpiutair: Dàn Gaoil - by
Loch an Iomair’s my treasure, cradled in sphagnum /high in the hills between arms of rock / with lobelia pricking…
Sphagnum Moss - by
Sphagnum moss remembers. It recalls
/ the touchdown of each lark that tumbles
/ down upon its surface, the slightness of that weight
/ recorded…
Travelling South, Scotland, August 2012 - by
‘Necessity is not the mother of invention; play is.’
/ Ian D. Suttie
/
/ It gets late early out here
/ in the lacklustre places,
/ wind in…
Culbin Sands - by
Here lay a fair fat land;
/ But now its townships, kirks, graveyards
/ Beneath bald hills of sand
/ …
Wester Ross - by
Stone and rock
/ Boulder and pebble,
/ Water and stone,
/ Heather and stone,
/ Heather and water
/ And the bog cotton that is not for weaving.
/
/ Peats uncut
/ And…
Bung Kriel (The Lake Where the Cranes Mate) - by
for Ginny Duncan
/
/ The paddy fields stretch beyond the horizon.
/ Where water glitters, palm trees dance.
/ Where egrets and herons flap after fish,
/ water…
山居即事 - by
寂寞掩柴扉，
/ 蒼茫對落暉。
/ 鶴巢松樹遍，
/ 人訪蓽門稀。
/ 嫩竹含新粉，
/ 紅蓮落故衣。
/ 渡頭燈火起，
/ 處處采菱歸
/ …
I Follow Her - by
we have to go call a taxi
/ the light be the store isn’t working
/ the night is black
/ the moon is dark tonight
/ I…
Summer - by
Summer climbs the mountains.
/ Flowers overcolour and blanch.
/ Men leave the sun and sit,
/ tree-tented, by the cold creek.
/ Horses bray, each apart
/ in the…