Gavia Stellata - by
Who calls to the dark, / who calls to the wind on / the surface of the water?…
skill
From the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh - by
My only talent lay in these.
/ My father rubbed his hands together,
/ stared as though their whorls held codes
/ of thirty years obstetric…
For my Grandmother Knitting - by
There is no need they say
/ but the needles still move
/ their rhythms in the working of your hands
/ as easily
/ as if your…
The Daith-Tree - by
Jesus wis a jyner – lang lang syne,
/ In Joseph’s shap, in Nazareth,
/ The laddie ser’d his time.
/
/ He wrocht the bonny…
Bodysurf - by
for Erin
/
/ To understand everything about the swell—
/ how on a given day the seventh in the cycle
/ provides he greatest chance to…
Skills - by
inventing jobs
/ teaching the skills
/
/ of applying for jobs
/
/ —-
/
/ one of millions
/ training
/
/ to acquire the skills
/ to apply…
The Eye in the Hand - by
At the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh
/
/ My only talent lay in these.
/ My father rubbed his hands together,
/ stared as though…
An Sgrìobhaiche Gàidhlig - by
Mar chleasaiche-sorcais ann an cartùn-TV,
/ a’ dàibhigeadh le snasmhorachd ghlan
/ bho chòmhnard bheag 60 troigh a dh’ àirde
/ a-steach dha ghlainne làn bùirn.
/
/ Ri…
from Under the Eildon Tree - by
XII. Orpheus …
Teams - by
I would have skipped the stupid games,
/ long afternoons spent chilled in goal,
/ or sleepy, scratching, in deep field,
/ leapt…