Delicacy

I tried so hard it was in me tobut I could never contain you. My eyes were blinded with your beauty.The tongue within me was tied in two. Those fingers tapped so impatientlyfor a midnight Friday call. Your voice was upon me relentlesslylike a heat wave. A catastrophic fall gave wayand was the measure of … Read more

Oor Mannie

An hotel room in Golspie can bethe loneliest of lonely dens.The cracked mirror half-heartedlyreflects olden histories and mythologiesthat remain perched high upon a benway above the soft-snoring sea.The Golspies call him, “oor Mannie.”He strides atop Beinn a’ Bhragaidhon the North Sea coast.Does the Gaelic mean with a bang?Or does the Gaelic point to the boast?

Asleep

In that place where there is no need for timeThe placeless place where it’s aye sunriseEach lotus bud enwombs each pearl of lightTo be in you and I so that we don’t waste the nightasleep.

Guising

Faced with factsWe all must ask What’s the pointOf guising masks.Garden wallsDon’t stop fliesWithout proofTruth ofttimes lies.Pilate askedWhat is the truthThat The Christos choseNot to prove.Truth is thoughtAgreeing to thingThe song the singerIs bound to sing.So face the factThe guising maskHides truth that weMight find aghast.

Guid Shepherd

Da yowie wi de broken moothAn’ de sclerotic underneathIs put oot o’ her miseryButchered an’ hingedAn’ reestit in da freeze

Keeps Himself to Himself

He keeps himself to himself dying from Agent OrangeHe only talks to himself about what he had seenHe keeps himself to himself when he ended up being foreignHe’s been fighting the war since he was seventeen It was 1965 in Claysville, MissouriSigned up for the Draft of his own free willKissed his mama goodbye and … Read more

Fences

If we tear down icons and tear down fenceswe should firstly ask why they were erected. And if the Reformation torched our chapelsthen of anarchy just ask what might happen.

Gaia

There is a spring on top of the hill that we oft times try to climband it runs by into a burn that slips by slowly as we sit besideit, running into the sea’s ebbs and flows and waxing and waning tidesaround us those of us still waiting for Gaia It is to the moon … Read more

Politiking

We paddle in oor forefathers’ tearsholding the broadswords they’d handeddoon the centuries.Politiking tore them from usso stand we naked an’ strandedin fear an’ awe o’ democracyliking it or nothas it a’ come doon tae this?The yea or the nae o’ it? This politiking kicks history into the fires and leaves us with pig ore and … Read more

Ming

it is a precious blessingas we now well knowand is like a Ming vasefrailly untetheredon the back seat as we go blindlyin an unsprung carover bumpinessand bodyaging and breakingwith a heart prone toachingand so careful behow we driveacross cattle-gridsand pot-holes and lifetoo quicklyover-taking otherwell-sprung carsas we’re prone to donever taking inthe viewour heartsmust meltMing cracked … Read more