Wednesday, 31 January 2018


while I was writing this
my creaking pen echoed
the music randomness makes
the stroke of my keys repeated it
like a drumming in the nerve

Thursday, 25 January 2018


Bocht an selt, aye, noo we’re telt
Tae haud oor tongues, tae bide
Tongue-tackit an nae ging gabbin on
Aboot fit’s watter aneth the brig.

The past is but the past, they say,
Yet here’s wis noo, for noo’s the hoor
We feel the heat o ill-set coorseness lour.

Monday, 22 January 2018

Roofs and Walls

[Meeting Minute 1809]


It was an easy mistake to make:
Not fixing the ladder to the wall
Because, of all forces of nature,
Gravity is the most elusive.


In heartless December,
Snow fell like a fog from heaven,
Full of resignation.

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Tuesday, 16 January 2018


… precipitation within sight

on a dim afternoon, a minister’s sermon comes on like rain.

… cyclonic, becoming westerly, 5 or 6…

in a plain church, people, black on hardwood pews,
heads lowered, for an old sea friend, leaving on a different tide.