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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC
Call yourself a hedonist.
I do not give a ****
You are dark-eyed
And lonely,
Just like me.
Wandering like a doe in The Library,
Walk me through The Meadows,
Lie with each other again and in
Our mutual distance assure each other
What we both know to be true; the wall
The great plastic Man O War between us,
Us and the others, us and the grass,
The empty streets, you tear empathy
From me, me from strangers,
And the both of us lonely,
Foresaken, patiently awaiting
Our fate’s decree.
Call me tolerant,
I hate you like an animal.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC
In sleet and rain of Edinburgh
a cathedral rises from the deeps.
The salt of sea and old coal blur
veil her face in grey-cast sheets.
On her western pediment
within tympanum carved of stone
sits Christ triumphant and in judgement
where he calls us all to atone.
I stand before him, my head bowed
as I contemplate our shared guilt,
with mea culpas weighing on my brow
for the follies fallen man has built.
And so we’re burning Eden down
with flaming swords that we still wield
as once vast forests shrink and brown
and fallow lie once verdant fields.
Where trees once stood, smokestacks rear
their heads belching fumes up high
and in the deeps, the oceansphere’s
no more a garden for octopi.
For in this our earthly commonweal
that was a gift that’s given free
we prove that purgatory’s real
because we ourselves have made it be.
A whisper came from the carved face
to walk into this stony womb
where colored light and incense trace
a path to overcome the gloom:
Forgiveness for our many faults
comes when we change our ways.
There in this temple’s holy vault
I vow to fight Eden’s decay.
In Edinburgh I found Eden
in a vision of what can be.
For we are by no means beaten
and we can do it, you and me.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 6:06 AM UTC
Old and new, side by side,
always riding changing tides.
Ebb and flow, rise and fall,
topsy turvy times for all.
Old church clock strikes at noon,
a smartwatch plays a tune,
then and now we measure time —
see how our times seem to rhyme
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC
Peering through a old stone gate,
its face well carved, in prayers attired,
I saw a golden wall of late
before which stood cracked streetlamps retired,
their warming light now long gone
yet they still glow stubbornly on
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:34 PM UTC
In an aisle of a great stone church
by flickering light of candles perched
under finials and arches tinged with gold,
flags fly for blood shed on fields of old:
They wave with wistful dreams of war
and tell of great esprit de corps
in a house made holy for a prince of peace
whose dreams of love they speak of least
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
I didn't know when I'd see you again,
Four years loved and lost,
Right here.
Every time I leave,
I leave a part of myself behind.
My old self lived here.
Can I learn to love you again?
I watched lives get lost living here,
I lost friends and family here.
I cried and screamed here.
I watched people get married,
I saw relationships begin.
I laughed and smiled here.
No matter how far,
You never leave my heart.
Life took a turn,
And now I'm here.
I'm ready for my next move,
I can see myself growing old here.
But I also dream of leaving here.
The time has come,
The streets glow in the winter sun.
Auld Reekie, how I missed you.
It's good to be back with you.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
Oh, Prince Philip, you have served us for so long,
For seventy years… The Queen’s Kephas, the rock!
Sometimes it seems that you have always been here...
Like a Servant of the Monarchy, like power, like glory!
Oh, Prince Philip, the son of the Greek Corfu,
You, the Danish Hamlet, you, the brave soldier!
Today your life has died out, today you go to sleep...
So to sleep forever… with God in a permanent covenant!
Your city is crying and the rain is pouring down hard!
Sorrow on the faces of the Britons... You died during the plague,
You left like Paris, real, in the morning, in the spring...
Where are you going now? What kind of images do you see?
What is there after death? Will you reveal these secrets?
Are you taking these to the grave, for yourself, unfortunately?...
9.4.2021.,
On the day of the death of the Greek, Danish and English Prince Philip, husband of the Queen.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 1:25 PM UTC
Edinburgh, oh lovely Edinburgh
I visited you during a Scottish storm
But, it did not deter my fascination with your beautiful rich land,
which I had set out to soak up during my short welcoming stay
I saw castles and monuments
galleries and eateries
even little pubs and alleyways
that tickled my fascination
I took midnight strolls into the backstreets
and met lovely people who equally shared gratitude towards your wondrous land
And so, I leave temporarily at least
with a little something to say
"Thanks for the memories, I'll be back indefinitely,
with more love and awe to share than ever before!"
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
You might as well ask me
Not to take another breath -
To climb to the top of Arthurs seat
And not stand with my arms outstretched –
To stand in the middle of an icy street –
In the depths of midwinter
And not gaze with wonder
At the cloud of unspoken poetry
Pouring from my lips
Utterly failing to warm my hands –
And ask me –
Why do I continue –
Look in awe upon something –
So natural, that gives me
So little pleasure in return
And yet enriches my life -
So indescribably?
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
at the top
of the National Museum,
there is a bed of Highland Gorse,
tamed by a rope of metal, and
given Latin names.
***** moon white branches
barely hold
sickled leaves which
fall into gloam drenched soil.
transplanted, and
awkwardly placed,
between two concrete slabs,
it looks and sounds alien to the city.
displaced, amongst the dull
incomprehensible squeal of
tourists and gulls, the heavy
roar of dim traffic, muted
bagpipes and the occasional
camera click.
looking upwards,
the shallow blue north
of an uncluttered sky,
and the thin
uneven line of an aircraft,
divided in two.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
The girl entered
your small flat
and looked around.
She looked tired
and too thin.
What's yer nam?
you asked her.
Kersteen
she replied
what's yoors?
She looked at you
with her tired eyes.
Lindsay
you said.
Aam feckin' wabbit
she said
can Ah sleep
some place?
You smiled
ay coorse.
You showed her
the bedroom
and the double bed.
She kicked off
her thin soled shoes
and lay on the bed
and closed her eyes.
You left her there
and made a coffee
and sat watching TV
wondering how long
she'd stay
if she would stay.
You sipped
your coffee
and lay on the sofa
wishing she was there
beside you
snuggled up close
her red curly hair
against your breast
her head softly at rest.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
You saw the girl
sitting
at the corner table
of the cafe
in Edinburgh
thin
ill looking
sipping the coffee.
You walked
over to her
and said
ye swatch nae weel.
She looked at you
what's it tae ye?
she said
buck aff.
You smiled
and sat down
can ah gie
ye something?
you said.
She looked
past you
at the small
cafe door
then back at you.
Chocolate
if ye want
she said
her voice softer
less hostile.
You went
to the counter
and bought
a few bars
of chocolate
and another coffee
and sat down again
and gave her
the bars.
Aw fur me?
she said.
You nodded
and smiled.
She opened a bar
of chocolate
and ate it quickly
eyeing you steadily.
What's in it fur ye?
she said.
Depends
you replied.
Depends oan wit?
she said.
Ye can bide wi' me
at mah place
you said
eyeing her paleness
and her thinness.
She ate on
looking at you.
After the one bar
she ate the other
sipping at her coffee
in between.
Once she'd finished
and said
she'd go with you
but had to go
to the toilet first
so she went off.
You sat there
watching
the other people
in the cafe.
She returned
after a while
looking white
and her eyes were red.
You both left the cafe
back to your place
with nothing more said.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
you ask me about my dreams through the rear view mirror and making me realise that to give me success you had to let me go, flooding me with endearing idioms
when your eyes look behind I'm there in an elusive way
telling me that I'm your weakness through old-sounding playlists in a new-smelling car
and I'm making you laugh as sweet as artificial strawberry over coffee in a part of the city that you don't know well, the part that I love
together we could take this place over, if you like
be concerned about where I'm going and how safe I will be, but I am staying, now you know, do not forget
I am making you happy but not in a place you need, so from May to December lets go west, far, to where your heart lies
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Go where?
Lydia's mother said
Southend
Lydia said
you can't go to Southend
on your own
I'm not going
on my own
I'm going with Benny
her mother
stared at her
Benny?
Go with Benny?
You're both too young
to go to ****** Southend
what put that thought
into your mind?
Her mother said
we talked about it
when we were
at King's Cross station
who is we?
The mother said
Benny and me
Lydia said frowning
********* her fingers
o so you talked it over
o that's all right
then is it?
The mother said
just to Southend
as a first run
then we want to go
to Scotland
Lydia said
SCOTLAND
her mother bellowed
are you mad you two?
You can't go
to ****** Scotland
at your age
what 9 years old
and want to go Scotland
and alone?
The mother stared
at Lydia
as if she was mad
Lydia wished
Benny was there
he had a way with words
he might be able
to put it better
whose idea was it?
Both of us
Lydia said
we thought it
would be good
and we could go
to Edinburgh
and see men in kilts
and see the castle
NO NO NO
the mother bellowed
Lydia lowered her head
and gazed at
her mother's slippers
you can't go to Scotland
or Edinburgh
or Southend
not alone
the mother said quieter
staring at her daughter
when can we go then?
Lydia said
looking at
her mother's
stockinged legs
when you are old enough
and we say so
her mother said
when will be old enough?
Lydia said
gazing at her mother's
blue patterned apron
when we say so
her mother said
and walked off
back to the kitchen
where the boiler
was boiling washing
and steam came down
the passageway
Lydia sighed
and opened the front door
and went out
to find Benny
and tell him the bad news
and not being able
to see the Edinburgh views.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
In Edinburgh,
Where all her colors were born
Where blues grazed her eyes
And every lavender was torn
In Edinburgh,
Where lips of violet were pursed
Where the greys all surrendered
And the Lothians touched her first
In Edinburgh,
Where cobblestone formed her feet
Where her kiss swept through meadows
With windswept hair like golden wheat
In Edinburgh,
Where her roots took hold in the moors
Where her innocence first trembled
And nimble toes danced along shores
In Edinburgh,
Where her sins became my daydream
Where a tomorrow may never come
And her love only flows downstream
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Edinburgh? You want to go
get a train to Edinburgh?
Lydia's dad says. Not now,
when I'm older, Lydia says,
looking at her father's steely
eyes, sober, smile lingering.
On your own? He asks, gazing
at her, taking in her skinny
frame, arms, legs and long
straight hair. No, with Benny,
she says, we went to Kings
Cross Station saw the train
that goes to Edinburgh station.
Whose idea was that? He asks,
Benny boy's? No we both had
the idea, she says, wishing
Benny was there as he would
know what to say. Long way
to Edinburgh, her father says,
picking up his cup of tea at the
breakfast table. 6 hours the porter
man said when Benny asked him,
Lydia says. Her father sips his tea.
Lydia waits. So can I go? She asks
her dad. He looks at her. When
you're older maybe. Well, got to
go to work, he says, gets up, pats
her head, says see you, Lydia.
Lydia watches him go, hears the
door shut. Her mother comes in
with a cigarette hanging from her
lips, her hair in rollers. What you
doing? She asks Lydia. Going to
Edinburgh with Benny, Lydia says.
Her mother stares at her and shakes
her head. Well make sure you pack
your clothes and empty your piggy-
bank, her mother says and walks off
back to the kitchen. Lydia frowns,
gets her piggy-bank and shakes it.
It sounds empty, except for a few
coins rattling. Can I go out with
Benny? She calls out to her mother.
She puts down her pink piggy-bank.
She walks into the kitchen where her
mother is washing up. Can I? She asks
her mother. Can you what? Go out
with Benny? Again? You only saw
him yesterday? Her mother says through
a mouthful of cigarette smoke. Need
to see him about Edinburgh, Lydia says.
What about Edinburgh? Her mother
says her words clouded in smoke. Dad
said I can go to Edinburgh with Benny,
Lydia says anxiously. Did he now, well
he can **** well pay for it can't he, her
mother says, well off you go then, and
don't be too late, need you to help me
sort out the washing later, I don't suppose
your big **** of a sister will shift her
backside out of bed before noon. Lydia
bites her lip. Watches her mother doing
the dishes. Ok won't be late, Lydia says,
walking out of the kitchen, along the hall,
out of the front door, stares out at the Square,
wondering if Benny is about out there.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
We arrive
in Scotland
(Edinburgh)
and find the
old guest house
and book in
and settle
in our room
with one bed
(a double)
a tall boy
chest of drawers
and a small
old dressing
table near
the window
well we're here
Rachel says
here alone
just us two
I watch her
standing there
our parents
(her father
my mother)
back at home
wondering
where we were
five hours long
train journey
I utter
wanting to
undress her
and get her
into bed
but stand there
waiting for
her to say
do you think
they will know
where we are?
she asks me
of course not
how could they?
she's unsure
and anxious
Daddy'll be
mad at us
going off
like we have
I hold her
close to me
kiss her neck
we're here now
as we planned
in Scotland
us alone
in this room
us lovers
she turns round
and we kiss
the best kiss
that we have
ever had
and we're free
to kiss now
and make love
in the bed
without fear
our parents
will see us
and she is
probably
thinking of
her father
the doctor
and I think
of Mother
the staff nurse
suspecting
she was right
when she said
to me when
I came out
of Rachel's
room last night
and she said
I don't want
you in her
room ever
again do
you hear me?
we are here
in our room
now Mother
and we will
get undressed
into bed
and make love
not just once
but maybe
more than that
it's raining
Rachel says
can't go out
and we look
at the bed
then undress
and we're there
together
stark naked
listening
to rain fall
while back home
the echo
of parents
and their call.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
Kirsteen closed the door
of the toilet
and puked in the bowl,
voices outside the cubicle,
patients to and fro,
hospital cleaners
or domestics wanting to clean,
she knelt over the bowl
fingers down her throat,
someone in the next cubicle said
whit ur ye daein'?
Kirsteen said nothing,
her throat was sore,
her eyes watery,
her tongue acidy,
ur ye nae weel?
the voice said,
O, shut yer gob,
Kirsteen said,
fingers by her mouth,
eyes peering at the divide,
min' yer business,
the voice said nothing more,
a chain went
and a flush
and the door opened
and feet walked away,
Kirsteen sat on her haunches,
held the bowl,
dribble on her fingers
and sick in the bowl rose,
an image of her mother
seemed over her
thin shoulder,
ur ye bein' boak again?
her mother's voice said,
Kirsteen stared
at the facing wall,
the top was white
with a silvery handle,
she gazed at her,
her mother's face
appeared opposite,
thin drawn,
I'll tan yer backside
if ye boak again
her mother said,
smells rose,
Kirsteen puked
in the bowl once more,
a voice came
and banged on the door,
Kirsteen open up,
it's Nurse Kerr,
ur ye makin' yerself
boak again?
nae, aam nae,
Kirsteen said,
a darkness came,
a swallowing up
inside her head.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC