Dearest, I am writing to say thanks for thinking of me but no thanks. My hands are in the soil and my body in the water and my mouth is singing. These things take me away from you and the world we inhabit together. Let me go, for trying to stay splinters who I am … Continue reading Postcard from the North
They say the granite sparkles. Aye, in the sun, a lovely sparkle. She tries to see it, face up against the stone and in the ends decides - It is an hallucination from living this far North, surrounded by grey and (possibly) granite radioactivity affecting their sight. She makes a joke to that effect and … Continue reading Pardon me … if I don’t Trust your Hallucinations
2. Groundhog Day is grey, Winter is over & Spring? a snowfall away. 9. Snow, snow and more snow. Minus temperatures at night & garden swimming. 17. Snowdrops - first flowers. This year we leave them growing for you, are not here. 24. The wind feels warmer. Birds chirp in the trees, buds swell & … Continue reading February Fragments
The winter is cold. Ice forms on the loch. I swim & two swans follow.
A sestina. with the six repeating words chosen by jess, john & sveta. He gets up every morning at 6am to walk the dog. At this time of year, the ground is thick with frost – the stars his guiding light. Walking feeds his soul and prepares him for home, where she, and conflict await. … Continue reading The Dog Needs Botox