Category: Summer 2017 Poetry
Oyster
by Michael Pedersen Bums to seats down at the table like a book with a fresh new ending — in every direction universes beyond this this room
Visitation
by Liz Niven Visitation Galloway Scots Yesterday, A seen an angel. He came richt intae the kitchen when A was makin the tea. His wings
sky
by Liz Niven lift Galloway Scots twa wrens are thrang, howkin oot moss fae ma gairden dyke wee mooths pull green fronds twice as lang’s
The Solitary Reaper
by Ken Cockburn was composed for an exhibition linking Wordsworth and Basho at Kamikoro Bunko, Osaka, Japan, in autumn 2016. It draws on
Think of it this Way
by John Glenday Late May. Rapefields in open blossom. You pull into a layby to savour that heady fullness of yellow, staining the air an
Think of it this Way
by John Glenday You find yourself awake, in a bed that is not your own, in a room you do not recognise, in a city where you are a stranger and
Ratman
by Jim Carruth This was the nickname for him that stuck though the rat survived barely a few months after he trapped it in a sack at the harvest,
Faking It
by Jim Carruth Faking It (Odontochile spinifera, Barrande 1846, trilobite, Eifelian Devonian, Morocco) “Faking
A Scottish Suite
by James McGonigal Ramón Gómez de la Serna (1888 –1963): A Scottish Suite Spanish with Glasgow Scots God the Faither hauds the keys
The Lost Glen
by James McGonigal One of these years he might miss not only her birthday but the date of her death. Waking