Heaney’s Ship

I am waiting for Heaney’s ship to pass by destination Breasail or another enchanted Isle. The flight of dream in…

End of Winter

The earth is hard and the roads are potholed. Snowdrops are forming galaxies in woods. The burn is bubbling, or…

Glimpses of Inbetween

Hypnotic road hum of car engine city skyline falling behind possibility of space in front inner monologues unravelling with the…

A Picture of Wind

The wind is ca’ing ootside strewing leaves aboot, thunderin agin cauld stane n’ whistlin doon lums moanin an lowin lik…

Psychogeography

Mountain Storm The sun is sliding behind a mountain gilding its edges in gold and turning valleys into creeping blacks.…

From Here To There

From here to there is a road up a hill. It begins in a tunnel of trees where crows live,…

Remembering Trees

Reading the following essay, penned in March 2020, I was glad to find it better than I remembered (I had…

Spring Garden

The garden is waking up, I think it was the dazzle from the daffodils that finally did it, for months…

Spaces

I prefer silence to noise, wild places to cities. I choose minimal before clutter and haikus over poetry. I like…

Can Wild Places Heal Us?

Can Wild Places Heal Us? A question for The John Byrne Award 2020. Walking in the hills of wild places…

Mountain Haiku in Blue

A small hand stitched book about mountains, haikus and the colour blue. To buy this book visit my online shop…

Bluettes

Blue Things I like: 1. The sky on a sunny day 2. Bluebells, Forget-me-nots and Comfrey flowers 3. The sea…

Dubh Abhainn

The harbour holds still water. Silhouettes break the curved horizon. Daffodils wave to the passing breeze. A Great Tit’s song…

Lumsden Haiku

Cloud lines on string Cut out hills leave space In a blue blanket On this spring morning Nature has a…

Deep Mapping

I have started mapping through various scales and time with writing as a descriptor and director of various aspects of…