Paddy McGuinness comes into my bedroom at 4am and turns on the light. I turn to where my boyfriend should be but it’s not him. Instead of my boyfriend, I’m in bed with Michael Pedersen of Scottish poetry fame. Paddy McGuinness has real fame. And my...
at the tideline the surfacing sun overwhelms the horizon like an ingrown hair and a fish -erwoman i bothered proposes that the mackerel here thrive because when they see the scenery they’re compelled to make love it reminds me of a couple i’ve recently been spending...
the heidy peaty potency o the drams we drank at dawn mingles wi the gorgeous giddiness o fawin hard in luve and a dinnae ken whit’s mair intoxicatin the whisky or the wunner o it aw the glorious sunshine drouks us in wairmth and licht and embra luiks braw fae up here...
you hand it over the table I carry it towards my nose stroke the creases on its cover massage it against my own it’s as though autumn leaves shook hands with the moon pledging to hide a city under this fruit’s rind but my knife is a country cutting through the centre...
I wish you would find a way to say you miss me, not through my mother or my friends. I wish the bells of St Paul’s Cathedral would call my name. I wish Shakespeare’s Globe would creak for me to walk its boards again. I wish paint would weep from every...
So, whoever sights [the new moon of] the month, let him fast. Holy Qur’an he sails from an island eleven months after watching his reflection in the face of the sky we dust the foul language from our tongues wash away the music sleeping in our eardrums as he knocks on...
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