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Scotch Measure (Part One)
Old men, see, when I was young, were different men. Carved like figureheads of fright, creatures of night, worse than the dead, some of them. Auld...
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Orkil the Poet On His Landing In Skye
Strange the ways of sea going men upon landing, hopes sharp as steel we brought to the natives, fierce the feeling on new land to win beneath our...
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Travelling In Silence (Train Journey 2013)
My son asks me to speak more. I don’t. In the Quiet Coach I talk with a professional poet. A woman angrily tells us speaking is not allowed there.
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These Are The Signs
These are the signs of the cross. A half empied bottle of screw top wine in the bus shelter by the blighted terminus, child's new shoes wildly...
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Earl Beardie at Glamis (A Legend)
He sits in a narrow chamber forever, throwing dice with the Devil, wearily feigning outrage at Auld Hornie's underhand tactics. The dice rattle like...
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