temporary art
poems are coloured chalks bright, vivid colours, that no time can weather.
being and becoming in the world
poems are coloured chalks bright, vivid colours, that no time can weather.
Destitution Road Heading North – there is always a further North. Wandering, further and further from home, in nameless, numberless time. Destitution Road. Inverness Courier, 25 October 1849: Ordnance Survey … Continue reading Destitution Road
Dundonnell You died aged sixteen: a ‘spasm’ of the heart. Your bones in a circular place inside an ancient beech plantation. Here, adding to the melody of bird song, I … Continue reading Spasm of the heart
Slaggan Bay Big Ted was fed up with all the maps and notes – that I keep gathering. So, I promised him Slaggan Bay where, wave after wave would find … Continue reading Where, wave after wave
The Dirlot Angel I travelled far North to finally meet you. Quietly to share my beautiful misunderstood sister. She once dazzled as did you. Today, lichen of Caithness, light-radiant lichen, … Continue reading A sculpture on the theme of loss
AITEANDORUIS On a bend of the river Oykel, with the best view of the Kyle of Sutherland! You stood on the high watermark of ‘ordinary’ Spring tides. Aiteandoruis – ‘the … Continue reading On a bend of the river Oykel
TIPPERLINN SUNSHINE. A cluster of small cottages women handloom weavers Tipperlinn, with a ‘reputation’ for sunshine, and the ‘best people’ in Edinburgh. RATIONAL + PRACTICAL. The sunny cottages replaced by … Continue reading TIPPERLINN
TIPPERLINN SUNSHINE. A cluster of small cottages women handloom weavers Tipperlinn, with a ‘reputation’ for sunshine, and the ‘best people’ in Edinburgh. RATIONAL + PRACTICAL. The sunny cottages replaced by … Continue reading Aietandoruis poems [part II]