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Two new poems in aswirl, issue eight
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I'm very pleased to have another two small poems—one visual, one a little less so—in the new Winter issue of . Thanks again to Robin Boothroyd for selecting ...
on Dec 21
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turn up and on the light in waves from a buried sun December’s sea returns again across the bay and slowing shadows pulled from ston...
on Dec 21
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This is a note of what I'm currently doing, both in terms of my music and any writing projects. I'm returning more and more to my roots, of the ...
on Aug 29
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Glasgow Improvisers Orchestra & Maggie Nicols, Edinburgh, 9 July 2024
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<img src="https://i.ibb.co/rxg81Mm/gio1.jpg"> Here are some reflections on last night's performance by Maggie Nicols and the at the Reid Concert Hall in ...
on Jul 10
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moving through the orchard low birds flew to another branch old names in enamel rusting slowly are we walking together? are we waking...
on Jun 30
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A new poem in the second issue of Password
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I'm very pleased to say I have a short poem in the new, second issue of Password: the journal of very short poetry published today. My thanks to editor Melli...
on May 27
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Does desolation have a waveform?
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The deafening sounds of an empty house. Void of content, of contentment. How dizzying the waveform of this roofless, rotting edifice. How defining. Mavisba...
on May 11
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A new poem in aswirl, issue five
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I'm very pleased to say I have another short poem in the latest issue, of aswirl, the 'quarterly poetry zine celebrating brevity' edited and handmade by Robi...
on Apr 6
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Today: a visit to Brocolitia, the Temple of Mithras, just outside the Roman fort of Carrawburgh on Hadrian’s Wall. Roman soldiers built this place of worship...
on Mar 23
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planting hellebores in claggy earth sprinkled rainwater and benisons murmured for life against the odds green shoots shot through brindled soil clay pierced ...
on Mar 1
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The year turns, and turns itself into something we can't possibly imagine: each second different from every previous, precious or unprecious moment. The rain...
on Jan 2, 2024
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bark as cloth of copper oxidised to unspoken skin a variant arising in tissues that tear thinly in the yew’s memory remembering burnt umber extinction in a c...
on Dec 20, 2023