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Poem of the week

Killed By Cows

This is not the time to wonder, as they thunder towards you, whether they are cows or bulls. Just run. You have wandered into a zone that seemed...
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Hibernation

We prepare a bed of leaves in a hidden place as these hard days shorten. I tell the forest not to wake me until... possibly the snow drops appear,...
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Poem of the week

The Border Ballads

Hear, these women singing the pure thread of pain, woven through the landscape where there was no grace but dread and drama, a silver dreaming...
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The December Grass

Under contract, he mows the pristine estate edgings unknowingly, him in the day glo, hood up, head down. No seasonal ho-ho-ho about him (and who can...
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Poem of the week

East Coast Scotland (Reflection)

I have spoken with others about the effect of this sea upon us. The North Sea, I mean. Some have given it other names more suited to the surly waves...
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Duality

Posted on Thu, 26 Aug 2021

I suppose, in a historical sense, a huntsman would never question who was in control, but the modern mind reconsiders.

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Yup

Posted on Sat, 12 Jun 2021

It's the home invasion element which I don't agree with!

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