from Finding My Grandparents In the Peloponnese - by
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/ On one face, the cistern built by the Turks,
/ now holding only dust and darkness
/ below its stone vault, where Monemvasía’s
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/ rocky…
traces
Travelling South, Scotland, August 2012 - by
‘Necessity is not the mother of invention; play is.’
/ Ian D. Suttie
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/ It gets late early out here
/ in the lacklustre places,
/ wind in…
‘Thug mise dhut biothbhuantachd’ - by
Thug mise dhut biothbhuantachd
/ is dè thug thu dhòmhsa?
/ Cha tug ach saighdean
/ geura do bhòidhchid.
/ Thug thu cruaidh shitheadh
/ is treaghaid na dòrainn,
/ domblas an…
Slate - by
There is no beginning. We saw Lewis
/ laid down, when there was not much but thunder
/ and volcanic fires; watched long seas…
Music, When Soft Voices Die - by
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
/ Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
/ And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
/ Love itself…
Epitaph - by
For 2nd Officer James S. Montgomerie of the S.S. Carsbreck,
/ torpedoed off Gibraltar, 24th October 1941
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/ My brother is skull and…
Nameless - by
Its light is in the grass,
/ Its yearning in the white gull’s cry
/ And…
Echo & Elixir 5 - by
Maybe love is a walk to astonishment.
/ Or a ship stranded on the shore of oblivion.
/ The infinity in the atom,
/ the treasures…
Springs - by
Full March moon and gale-force easters, the pair of them
/ sucking and shoving the river
/ back into its closet in the hills…
Abernethy - by
Air-psalters and pages of stone
/ Inscribed and Caledonian
/ Under these leaf-libraries where
/ Melodious lost literature
/ Remembers itself! A white
/ Dove climbs on its Columban flight
/ In…