Filmpoem 4 / La Plage - by
The poem ‘La Plage’ is by Jane McKie.
seashore
Night River - by
sharp
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/ shore beyond the flats
/
/ wind …
point of view - by
Folded card work
The Price of Enlightenment - by
Have I, I wonder, finally attained enlightenment? Today, everything is as it is. The breakwater is just a breakwater.The sea is just the sea. And the heron, fishing in a rock pool, is nothing more than a heron fishing, and the rock pool itself is as clear as day. Why then is it that I […]
Roger Hilton, November ’64 - by
Sydney Graham reach me a hand.
Horse-bathing Parade - by
A few clouds float across the grand blue sky,
/ The glorious sun has mounted zenith-high,
/ Mile upon mile of sand, flat, golden,…
Headland - by
A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quay
Almorness - by
The tide is sidling up to Almorness, / unmet by those returned now north & west / away from here.
Strange Fish - by
At the beach
/ she would not splash
/ in the shallows
/ or leap
/ the rippling waves,
/ instead she sat
/ sour-faced
/ on the sand
/ and…
Outwith - by
Revising my visa essay,
applying for three more years
here, I read my own scribbled words
The Neep-Fields By the Sea - by
Ye’d wonder foo the seasons rin
This side o’ Tweed an’ Tyne;
The hairst’s awa’; October-month
Cam in a whilie syne,
But the stooks are oot in Scotland yet
Camas Tuath - by
Pink sand and sandpipers pink in the setting
/ sun and pink granite and the pink swirl
/ of green waves: no mediterranean relics
/ here,…