Dead Loss - by
All the trees on the triangle of the shopping centre have been
cut down and then there was no building. Lockdown.
I care. I don’t care. I drive my car
trees
real boy - by
they said
you’re not a real
boy until you cut
the wizard out of the tree
ripe - by
for experiment: dissect, slice, scrape, magnify what is above (its glories), watch. What are feelingsto this caste (not so pale) of cell wall upon cell wall, death of […]
Pass the Lukewarm Forest - by
sheer
/ anti-establishment
/ trees…
Three Awkward Ears - by
ice-burned tongues / clump into celestine’s / eye-blue spar
Strathconon - by
When you took the autumn to London
/ And left me to burrow into winter
/ I said they could pack up Strathconon
/ Box up…
The First Blue Day on the Border - by
As I came over the Harden hill
/ A whaup on the moor was whistling shrill
/ In his pride to be first recorder
/ Of…
Birnam Wood - by
When Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane / Only an utter simpleton will strain / Their mind and fail to…
Last Lauch - by
The Minister said it wad dee,
/ the cypress buss I plantit.
/ But the buss grew…
A Walk Through the Gaelic Alphabet - by
Walking through the same trees / though in a different language / wading in the long river running / of…
Dignity - by
These young birches
/ shriek green laughter up the hill
/ billow on billow. They
/ stop as he enters. He
/ carries his promised absence
/ carefully and yes
/ he…
when the light shifts - by
when a breeze blows / through grasses or branches / light touches the harp…