The Aunties - by
They had the gift. Hidden about them
like a penny at the bottom of a pocket.
the future
Gift - by
The greatest gift
/
/ That Scotland – and Ireland
/ Could receive
/
/ Would be a Voice
/ Proclaiming:
/
/ “As from this day
/ You…
Glasgow Street - by
Out of this ugliness may come
/ some day, so beautiful a flower
/ that men…
On a Stairway in Luang Prabang - by
Step as you will through life,
/ A thousand ways, a thousand places.
/
/
/ Carry a home in your heart
/ Or spend years seeking the…
Clone Machine - by
What if we could make clones of ourselves?
/ You wouldn’t have to go to school
/ You could just send your clone
/ All you’d…
Pushing forty - by
Just before winter
we see the trees show
their true colours:
the mad yellow of chestnuts
two maples like blood sisters
the orange beech
braver than lipstick
in hospital - by
I like seeing nurse frieda knitting
/ as I like watching my wife knitting
/ as I liked watching my mother knitting
/ though she was…
Foundation - by
‘What would you put in the foundation stone
/ for future generations?’ ‘A horseshoe,
/ a ballet shoe, a horseshoe crab, a sea-horse,
/ a sheriff’s…
The Voyage - by
And if or when the people’s surge subsides
/ to tourist trickles from this present spate,
/ do not relax or quietly desiccate,
/ do not…
Am Bucas - by
Anns a’bhliadhna
/ aon air fhichead aon air fhichead,
/ a; cladhach ann a seann làraich,
/ thàinig iad gu bucas
/ làn treallaichean wèidhir is gloinne,
/ le sgàthan…
Beelzebub Resurfaces - by
A girnin, greitin deil wis I –
/ I wis auld, and feelin aulder.
/ Syne the heatin system burst in Hell:
/ It wis cauld…
The Maker to Posterity - by
Far `yont amang the years to be
/ When a’ we think, an’ a’ we see,
/ An’ a’ we luve, `s been dung…