2013

Translation

When you reach that place you are translated and I can no longer read you A tightrope walker has been at work, running the risk of getting the balance wrong and falling or a ferryman, bringing you across rough seas…

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Passing place

In the wild land between Ben Avon and Gairnshiel between black snow and white wind there is a passing place where spirit brushes flesh clouds shift shapes and brown is the colour of my true love’s eyes In the heather,…

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Unexplained light

The precise shape of the star and the way it moved, backwards and forwards, does not concern the wise, who love unexplained light Private browsing – examining conjunctions, comets and dwarfs – tempts the unwary into disintegrating time and again…

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