The Abdication of Mary Queen of Scots - by
Tak ma croon, an dinna fash – / aa yon wis ower fur me lang syne.
the body
Baby Hand - by
Not bones but muscular air
/ inside; why starfish spread
/ five doll small living fingers
/ with cushion button dimples
/ for knuckles. All of…
tender - by
when I look around me
/ the world is very bright
/
/ it is so light and shiny
/ that my long bones shiver
/
/ I am not…
A Medical Education - by
for Dr Peter Rothwell
/
/ In obstetrics I learnt that a woman opens swiftly like an elevator door.
/ The body wriggles free…
Pish - by
Privilege or necessity of age
/ this twice or thrice nightly quitting
/ warm pit for a slash in the dark?
/
/ Not that…
Out of the Blue – 12 - by
You have picked me out.
Through a distant shot of a building burning
you have noticed now
that a white cotton shirt is twirling, turning.
The Homecoming - by
For Lois Pereiro
/
/ In Ithaca everyone was dead.
/ They say it was me, Argos the dog, who woke first:
/ — Dead, dead, dead!
/ A smell…
Assisi - by
The dwarf with his hands on backwards
/ sat, slumped like a half-filled sack
/ on tiny twisted legs from which
/ sawdust might run,
/ outside the…
Every line is imaginary - by
i wish he already knew
/ that finishing lines don’t really exist
/ that the trick is not stopping…
from Song for Yacine Mbaye - by
Championne 1974 des 1,500 mètres
/
/
/ Mbaye toi aussi Mbaye, si je t’ai choisie Mbaye,
/ c’est pour ta beauté vraie
/ Pour ta…
Miss World: Beauty Contest - by
Their gowns fold and flatten like water
/ on their consummate columns as they go,
/ the paragons and apples of their race.
/ Their nacreous…
So Much for Mañana - by
After twenty years in the mainland
/ Mother’s gone back to the Island
/ to let her skin
/ melt from her bones
/ under her native sun.
/ She…