L’appel Du Vide (The Call of the Void) - by
The call of the void they call it,
That feverish urge to just jump,
Take a one way flight, from a dizzying height,
Sometimes it’s like falling in love.
vision
Stetuaes - by
Thaim the maist idle at chynge are aye deaved
wi the biggin o idols tae staun owre the lave
o whae heized thaim up by, mebbe fine, maistly no
wi the auld warl we’re bidin in yit, faur ablo.
Veesions frae a Heilan Burn, 1986 - by
Warm June, the Simmer Solstice in Glen Gairn
Inbye a fermer’s caravan, bairns sleep
The Day’s bin theirs, dookin in peaty puils
The Nicht is mine, I steer tae hear tods creep
Milada - by
Milada Horáková lost her fecht
but left her country wi love,
and her nation wi honour
Care Hame - by
I gove sae lang at ae space –
whit else tae dae? –
I’m seein the white o ma ain een.
Pupil - by
da sunlicht strikes da back
o mi een an cuts trow da fug
o mi fitful heid an hit’s a dumb dug
at canna makk oot da lack
On Qualia in Chickens and in Anorexics - by
Have you ever stopped to consider the qualia of a chicken?
When we meet - by
At the outer edge of what we call our selves
we meet; the blank page lies between.
Visiting Hour - by
The world opens its eyes,
Breathes in acrid chemical.
Light enters in a burning slingshot of negative mass and energy.
Dead Loss - by
Small fold of green leaves, a corner eye shape gone.
I care. I don’t care. I drive my car.
Sùilean - by
Sùilean meallach air gach taobh,
cha lèir dhaibh nimh an làin
Fàth - by
Ged is fradharc mi
chan fhaicear mi.