Ulva off Mull

Turning with a gristle snarlto a world of charcoal totems,barely holding against a sneeze,leaves one unfated Praying to understandthose crashing words and sung notesthat once lapped the craggy shores,now littering some isle in memory. Descendants, dumb and despondent:the voice of an ancestor brings 'emwhat warning or blessing but a shrug,Ar dheis Dhé go raibh a … Continue reading Ulva off Mull

38 odd

Ezra invented Chinese poetry, as the French did Arabian nights While we make what we can, of cello sounds and bleary sights. Our pretensions no less sacred than the baked bread invent of the gandy dancer, chimney sweep, billy boy pinsette, catchpole, clockwind, eggler, hobbler, knockerupper, man lector, o leech collector, nor mudlark, nor powdermonkey, … Continue reading 38 odd