Wednesday, 24 August 2022

Friday, 12 August 2022

Thirteenth Year














In my thirteenth year
I did not sing
on the school bus.

Dwinin



















Sherp, deid gless glents oot o orra grun.
Midden-weeds that heeze aginst the rubble
grow in the shape o aabody’s pain.
Here, wi broken doors that nae human haun
can open, naebody wull tak the trouble
tae walk gled-hairtit on these steens again.