Journal


Below you will find some occasional reflections, news, poems reprinted from previous collections, and postings of new work.


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Muhammed texts me on Scruff from Alexandria. / I mention Cavafy and he asks me when I’ll visit. / I think of Egypt, Shakespeare. Never, I reply, / It’s too far. Then I clock he means the one / in West Dunbartonshire and blush…

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Ithaca

‘Once, the great statues lined the silk road./Their names were ‘goddess’, ‘lion’, ‘funerary/weeping girl’, ‘merchant with beard like an abacus’…’

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The Barrier

‘… I read the sadness of pure/loss as it floods his face —/although I cannot see it./The still terror and yet/the acceptance of that/terror in the silent morning/bed before light and/movement…’

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