Priesthope
I have no religion, but I needed to find your grave, and to chalk a coloured heart on your now ruined home. Marion, there is love in hope. In remembering … Continue reading Priesthope
being and becoming in the world
Poems, poets and poetry
I have no religion, but I needed to find your grave, and to chalk a coloured heart on your now ruined home. Marion, there is love in hope. In remembering … Continue reading Priesthope
With Big Ted I visited yet another ruin! We passed Glenburn on the way, the past and the future, at once together. I met Sian at Glenburn [Woodend hospital], in … Continue reading Glenburn
Temples are mausolea, mortality and beauty can live together. Boat o’Brig toll house. I was a mausoleum, You, the temple. Playfair temple at the end of that Douglas fir tree … Continue reading PLAYFAIR
To live a life in poems You need not be a poet! Just feel and turn that into Art [You asked me what I used those different coloured chalks for?]
I visit lost places to disappear like a dot on the horizon. always a marginal figure From Dryden to Aldbar, the merest dot in the distance. In my creativity I … Continue reading H O R I Z O N S
Do you remember how you felt that Friday afternoon as school summer holidays began!
Making notes ahead of an adventure – hands left polka-dot, felt pen, coloured. Off on a wee adventure – where my only faith is in the idea. Kirnie Law, that … Continue reading The hands of an artist
On Sunday 31st May 2026, Mossgrove garden was one of a number of gardens in Bridge of Allan made open for charity. This short film shares some of that afternoon … Continue reading boys and girls come out to play