Spilling out over the side to anyone who will listen
Into the gloam, the cracked path descending, You weave your way through the glen and the flood. You crush the wild garlic, then bending, Find claw-tipped prints, pressed into the mud. A stickled oak slumps its sodden carcass, Across the sphagnum in its beaded bed. Slouching and yawning into the darkness, Red ruins at…
“Everyone who cannot answer Line up in front to get the belt”. Miss Blair, with all her years behind her Is comprehensive in her need to help, With chalk and tawse and tongue and skelp.
For a moment, the thrashing dance is still. We find you reflected on every plate And lens of our composite eyes. We wait For your vibration , your shivering will. Lifting up is such ecstasy, leaving The grubs and the grinding days behind. Sweet sons and daughters goodbye, we will think Of your tiny…
Glastonbury festival gap year teens Flash smiles to rival the arc lights, Angle-poised, together around A brazier, 10 deep in seekers of oblivion. Warm air weaves and ducks between the Bodies; touching the faces of the late-comers Like a benediction. Bongo cross beats collide across the Sarcens. Electricity sleeps in a thousand Mobile phones…
Today is the day, my son, when I lay out the map of truth. Here, run your hands across its contours, push and probe into the dips. Happenstance, happy accidents and bad choices Formed around the moments, turning sour or sweet upon the lips. I lived each fucking one and now, my boy, I pass…
“Archaeologists found this tiny clay figurine while working on a spectacular Neolithic settlement complex between two stone circles on the Ness of Brodgar in Orkney. While archaeologists have speculated that the Orkney Venus may have served a ritual purpose, representing a goddess or ancestor, Nick Card of the Orkney Research Centre for Archaeology (ORCA), who…