Towards the Stars - by
They slept as they set off for the stars
/ in their refrigerated beds.
/
/ They slept as they passed the planets
/ and headed for…
the unknown
The Bogle - by
There’s a bogle by the bour-tree at the lang loan heid,
/ I canna thole the thocht o’ him, he fills ma…
The X Files: Bonnybridge, October ’95 - by
Lorrayne
/ before you hit me with that object
/ shaped like a toblerone
/ let me explain.
/ We only went for a half pint and a…
Into the Ebony Darkness! - by
In a café pattering with rain
/ on the embankment in Ljubljana,
/ against a backdrop of sad tin dragons,
/ on each side of a…