Dead Loss - by
All the trees on the triangle of the shopping centre have been
cut down and then there was no building. Lockdown.
I care. I don’t care. I drive my car
nature
Between Geology and Air - by
Earth pushes up
through our footsoles
air spins us
in its thinning spheres
time flies through us
The Art of Listening - by
Hunt out wild flowers,
reach out, not to pick them
but as an offer of intimacy.
glimpsed in passing - by
Badge
a book of water - by
Handbound volume
Hoy Sound - by
Scroll
excerpt from Farm by the Shore - by
small oats rye bere barley
ripe harvest in late summer
a shallow ploughing
grazing and fallow in rotation
A Birthday - by
I never felt so much
/ Since I have felt at all
/ The tingling smell and touch
/ Of dogrose and sweet briar,
/ Nettles against the…
Rose Hips and Thistles - by
It’s been a long Indian summer / and the hips are rotting on the beach rose. / I can almost…
‘flowering gorse bush’ - by
as leaves have grown / back in branches / songs have come / among the leaves…
I have lost my bearings - by
It is time to go north. I want / to listen to silence and unpick its voices: / the wind…
The Spell of the Yukon - by
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
/ I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
/ Was it famine…