Category Archives: Poetry

Fragments of Istria: an Assemblage

We could eat this sky. Stretch up, scoop out handfuls; smear our faces and taste the fanfare of sunset.   II   Out of red earth lines of olive trees, vines and quarried stone.     Centuries of building, dwelling, tending the … Continue reading

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foreground / distance

  foreground / distance fractured red diamonds through scattered prisms to grey horizons   Passing, at speed, on a train through the three red diamonds of the Forth Rail Bridge. The eye drawn to the foreground. Shards of red-painted steel, morph … Continue reading

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Reflector / \ Conductor

 Light Lit Reflector /     \ Conductor of Car Park Transmutation In /     \ at the car parks of Rosyth Halt and Inverkeithing railway stations, Fife. Now playing: Ulrich Krieger – /RAW: ReSpace/

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Sundial

all the shadows of time since sixteen eighty nine ≈ Now playing: Licht-Akiyama Trios – Tomorrow Outside Tomorrow.

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A Field in Fife

I like maps, because they lie. Because they give no access to the vicious truth. they spread before me a world not of this world. Wisława Szymborska   There are only shadows here  A Field in England (Dir. Ben Wheatley) The … Continue reading

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No waiting / red rose / rust ladder

. No Waiting Poet . . The little red rose on the blue door has seen better days . . Rust ladder to the half-moon This is not the yellow brick road . Now playing: Chris Abrahams – Fluid to the … Continue reading

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Three Colours

Blue Blackbird Raga Sky Transmission ≈ White The blind owl sees no shadows but feels the sun ≈ Red Sounding the sun-bleached colour-field.   A chorus of fire music. ≈ Now playing: Alice Coltrane – Saved from the Fire: The Ashram … Continue reading

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