Feb 161 minMy 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 81 minA casket for his ashesSome 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, 20201 minThe TradeSon, 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 3, 20201 minHrabal in DumbartonHrabal in Dumbarton and Ballantyne's a cinnamon brick amongst the drab unasked-for grey, a half-drunk figure facing eternity and death....
Jul 13, 20201 minDearHere's a skin to begin to win on - taut wi da tug o aathin du nivvir lairnt. Here's a fraem ta hing a future on - nekkit ta winds at blaa...
Jul 6, 20201 minA Month of TeachingsMaster MacZen compared enlightenment to the flight of martins through a stable door, how the bright and shade of plumage embodied that...
Jul 6, 20201 minMorning Thirty Years LaterWhy should it choose this moment to arrive, actual as then within my brain, Arran's peaks so calm and pink in snow, carmine on the eye,...
Jul 2, 20201 min樸pu describes pure simplicity or rawness as in the rawness of an untouched tree + its from that rawness of simple nature that everything...
Jul 1, 20201 minSwallowStay very still, or she'll be off again, I tell myself, as she makes scrambled eggs. She hasn't eaten all day. Don't tell Mum she...
Jun 28, 20201 minChuvaloNo man knocked Chuvalo down. After fifteen rounds with Ali, Ali went to hospital; Chuvalo went dancing with his wife. Frazier hit him...
Jun 26, 20201 minAshraf FayadhSentenced to 800 lashes. Poets are swimmers, like mackerel in a gulf of language. Maybe you can swim through some Suras, but you can’t...
Jun 24, 20201 minYsgyfarnogThe hare crosses each lost cantref of Scotland hedgerow by hedgerow. Every parish she encounters leap by leap dissolves below her...