A Fragrance of Time
Time is not sequential but serpentine.
poetry
Two Studio Portraits of my Great-Grandparents
He gazes sideways with his fine eyes fixed
The Jewel Box
I have not done with you, I have not done,
The Bouquet
For the nights I let bruise upon the ground
Merlin on Nyneve
Half alive, I recline in stone
At Harry's Bar
Sank Roo Doo Noo
What Was Said o The Waitress about Davie
Bring soup. Bring bread - buttered, please. And tea.
Deo Vindice
Set out like the foundations of a town
For B-
Another hot evening, the poplars furred with dust.
Clear to me now
what I planted this morning
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