Stobhill - by
an extract
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/ The Doctor
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/ Yes, I agreed to perform the abortion.
/ The girl was under unusual strain.
/ I formed the opinion that for personal…
rebirth
Inferno - by
In flinty coolness fire may be found and strength drawn from this fire as it surrounds the stone which, cracking, ruptures nature’s bounds but, crumbled, binds all other stones as one. If through the furnace, winter’s cold embrace, and summer’s heat, compounded stone lays claim to the divine as from purgatory’s flames the soul can […]
My Pitch - by
Let Arthur Wharton come back from the dead
To see the man in black blow the final whistle.
New Every Morning - by
Every day is a fresh beginning;
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain,
Take heart with the day, and begin again.
Gift - by
The greatest gift
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/ That Scotland – and Ireland
/ Could receive
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/ Would be a Voice
/ Proclaiming:
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/ “As from this day
/ You…
Threshold - by
Our strength is our difference. / Dinny fear it. Dinny caw canny. …
Listening for Lost People - by
Spring heat, a cherry / tree’s fresh bronze leaves fan out and gleam – to / converse with shades, yourself…
Logos - by
She walks on the charred ground, wings of smoke
/ from the bones of her home rising.
/
/ ‘Here was, there used to be,…
This Life - by
Each life echoing, acting out these myths: / going into darkness, re-emerging, wounds / and griefs healed over.
/ …
The Vampire Bride - by
He lay like a corse ‘neath the Demon’s force, / And she wrapp’d him in a shround;…
The Bird that was Trapped has Flown - by
in memoriam Vicky Patterson
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/ The bird that was trapped has flown
/ The sky that was grey is blue
/ The bone that was dead…
Culbin Sands - by
Here lay a fair fat land;
/ But now its townships, kirks, graveyards
/ Beneath bald hills of sand
/ …