“Death has come here on holiday…”
From Minneapolis in Januaryby Michael Bazzett We live in the numbnessof an occupied citywhere every story has anotherstory curled inside its labyrinth— and when Sleep readsto you at bedtime, it isthe nested one that comesslinking out to sew you, with tiny stitches andscarlet thread, to the mattress.It is a story that believes itselfto be permanent…
To see oursels as ithers see us!
In my old school book The Albatross Book of Verse, from which I have used many of the peoms found there, I marvel that Robert Burns sits between William Blake and William Wordsworth – poets of the early nineteenth century! The three of them would make interesting dinner guests. Scotland’s National Bard, Robert Burns, was…
The Flow Country
In the far north of Scotland, in the two most northernmost counties, Sutherland and Caithness, there is an abundance of natural beauty. When I lived there close to 40 years ago I took it all for granted and as a barrenness that I had to drive through. Oh silly me! Recently a friend from those…
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