Finn’s people landed and waited for him till the moors darkened and the seas grew thick. After centuries, absentmindedly…

  Further down from Ferris Bridges where the blind old gospel baritone dreamed a mirage of eternal mirrors miniature shadows…

  Strolling around it’s not so changed – Glasgow still has its Lasses All cheek bones And button-nose, grouted faces;…

  If there had been a single branch to whittle into a kindly tune to keep the devil and his…

  rests briefly on the ash that’s just putting out leaves makes no sound among the chaffinches and blackbirds and…

  Somehow the present is never enough, the scoured sky, the green tree of now translucent with seeing. Instead the…

  Beyond the hurt lies the hurt Of a belief that lies shattered; A trust and a judgement exposed To…

  The Earth is so heavy to carry. Each of us has a weight on our back – the dead,…