If you're in Scotland and even vaguely interested in literature - or frankly even if you're not - you've got to visit at least one site associated with the poet Robert "Rabbie" Burns. I'll be honest, aside from knowing who he is and the big deal that is Burns Night, I wasn't overly familiar with... Continue Reading →
Shaped by Experience
This is not a thought. It is a spiked ball that rolls restless and pin-pricksdowneachvertebratill it lodgesand waits,for sleep, for sober, for silence, then pierces soone byone byonemore pour in. A dam breaks with neglect, so too this vessel,fit to burst. When it does there'll be no red flag,just a smoulder of regret and a... Continue Reading →
