foaxes 2

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀awk here we go again ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀here I go again on ma ain that’s a gid song aht ⠀⠀wee bitta whitesnake ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hing on ⠀⠀⠀⠀ahts detractin fae ma point ⠀⠀aht hings distractin me again ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wae its mad ginger tail ⠀⠀flickin aboot aw ooer the joint lit a feather duster ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ let me journey back ⠀⠀⠀⠀aht foax […]

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Published by Quotidian literary magazine and runner-up in New Zealand International Robert Burns Poetry Competition, featured in Dunedin Public Libraries e-magazine. here thair its thair aht foax again rummagin throo ma bins bold as ye like boxin day dain ma boax in its fureezin ahm only in ma slippers sa ah canny go oot n […]

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moon child // Burns Window Project

In commemoration of Scottish poet Robert Burns and in celebration of Burns Night (January 25th), The Globe Inn in Dumfries, said to be Burns favourite pub, held their annual Burns Window Project last month. To take part in the project, Burns fans and poets were asked to write their entry on white paper with a […]

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‘moon child’ Blogmas: Remembering 22/12/14

For day 3 of ‘moon child’ Blogmas, I thought I’d do something a little different. Today marks the first anniversary of the Glasgow bin lorry crash where six people died just three days before Christmas. And when I was looking through my desk this morning, I came across a dusty piece of paper with a […]

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Dreamcatcher: A Poem

Brewing more frequent, vivid and tangible dreams in those five minutes of lucid awakening than in the entire star clustered night, I bumped into consciousness. Stirring in bed and stretching like a baby; reaching up to rub the sleep out of my eyes, I felt something odd. Instead of my soft fingers with subtle circular […]

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Sugar and Salt (Poem)

     The street at the top of the park hill was an endless row of The Identical; as if mirrors were aligned along the tarmac on the road, reflecting the same seemingly ordinary, seeming tangible, towering brown house over and over into the infinite vanishing point.      Before we could play, we had to call […]

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(In) Hiding: A Poem

The windows were open but the curtains were closed. The sunlight poured through the thin lime fabric; diffusing dusty liquid sunshine into this dark room, where I watched in silence from the floor. Silhouettes of bobbing heads slid along the curtains like a war time film projected on a sheet screen. I can see them […]

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The Haunting of the Slender Man. Visual Poetry Video.

As part of my recent creative writing assignment, we were told we could include elements of experimental poetry. I took this idea and ran with it; creating a YouTube video of a visual poem I wrote on the (modern) urban legend: Slender Man. Watch and enjoy!

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Stereoscope. A Poem.

You lived within a sphere of scorching sun, tropical rain and green grass. A thick bubble floating in time, upside down from the outside. A small infinity, containing a million squashed stars, rich with sparks. We have a never-ending story that repeats in loops, rewinding yet again when the end comes too soon. Replaying through […]

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