- Feb 21
- 5 min
The Fruits of the Earth (2021)
The rain would wash away the clay dust sometimes. I had a young face and a grey pallor. I rarely bothered to change my clothes: a striped...
- Feb 16
- 1 min
My father’s letters
Our sycamore has posted old news to the ground, though other trees have still a few bright things to say. What happened to my father’s...
- Feb 15
- 4 min
The Sterile Hell of Eternity (2021)
Beyond the false dualism of our metaphors of day and night, of light and dark, as though days had no gradation, no variety, but existed...
- Feb 8
- 1 min
A casket for his ashes
Some poets wear loss like an honour, shine line and syntax until, bright, it stars the dark. Why write? Why use up in words the shared...
- Aug 23, 2020
- 1 min
The Trade
Son, today when I stare at my cupped hands I remember how as a calf she suckled my fingers; that sticky trickle of her rough tongue, how...

- Aug 23, 2020
- 4 min
Nobhailean na Gàidhlig
Moray Watson Nuair a thòisich mise (agus Gregor) air Gàidhlig ionnsachadh, o chionn còrr is deich bliadhna air fhichead, cha mhòr gun...
- Aug 3, 2020
- 1 min
Hrabal in Dumbarton
Hrabal in Dumbarton and Ballantyne's a cinnamon brick amongst the drab unasked-for grey, a half-drunk figure facing eternity and death....