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...

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...

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...

Hrabal in Dumbarton and Ballantyne's a cinnamon brick amongst the drab unasked-for grey, a half-drunk figure facing eternity and death....

Here'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...

Master MacZen compared enlightenment to the flight of martins through a stable door, how the bright and shade of plumage embodied that...

Why 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,...

pu describes pure simplicity or rawness as in the rawness of an untouched tree + its from that rawness of simple nature that everything...

Stay 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...

No man knocked Chuvalo down. After fifteen rounds with Ali, Ali went to hospital; Chuvalo went dancing with his wife. Frazier hit him...

Sentenced to 800 lashes. Poets are swimmers, like mackerel in a gulf of language. Maybe you can swim through some Suras, but you can’t...

The hare crosses each lost cantref of Scotland hedgerow by hedgerow. Every parish she encounters leap by leap dissolves below her...