Profligate Pussy

You come to bed late, crawl under the sheets, You’re restlessly turning and kneading my feet, I can’t help but wonder just where you have been But I can’t ask you questions, or make a loud scene. I’m pliantly yielding as you climb onto me, You don’t ask for permission - you assume my body … Continue reading Profligate Pussy

On (not) Writing

For Liz Stanley - who was right (sort of).  ‘Remember to write whilst working down there.’ You’re wilting already under her Basilisk stare, ‘Bang out an article whilst you sit on the plane, Bang out more articles you’re halfway to fame’.   For five years you lectured, marked essays and read, But those infamous articles … Continue reading On (not) Writing

Gleneagles to Glasgow

Big skies of Scotland, trailing wood smoke, Fences, fields and tangled copses of wind-bent trees, Grazing clumps of sheep near reedy pond water. Bleak winter beauty viewed from the train, Cold hands fumble for the correct change.   Weirs of white water tumble past a Cathedral spire. Dogs and people stroll, Passengers wait and the … Continue reading Gleneagles to Glasgow