a book of tears - by
Artist’s book
pain
Love on the croft in the time of wi-fi - by
If you suffer pain And you can’t stoop yourself for fear your spine, Stiffening under the strain, Will flex, with a jolt flex again Like the neck of a heron,Or a flamingo’s s of feather and flame swaying onIts stalk, or a mind goneSpiralling into itself like a dog’s digging up a bone Or trying […]
At the End - by
When my last song is finished,
/ And my heart has lost its fire,
/ When passion is diminished,
/ And dead is all desire,
/ I pray…
In the Fishmongers - by
All over the fish / and the knife that continues to work / and the marble slab / and her…
War Photographer - by
In his dark room he is finally alone
/ with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
/ The only light is red…
Achmhasan an Deideidh, a Deudach Dhomhnuill Fhriseal - by
Mìle marbhaisg ort, a dhèideidh,
/ Thar gach galair,
/ ‘S duilich leam mar dh’fhàg thu m’ eudail…
James Young Simpson: If It Is Our Mission … - by
‘If it is our mission
/ to alleviate suffering
/ as well as to preserve life
/ there should be no conscientious restraint
/
/ and if God has…
The Sair Finger - by
You’ve hurt your finger? Puir wee man!
/ Your pinkie? Deary me!
/ Noo, juist you haud it that wey till
/ I…