Pour out your skies of rain damp tears, fetid fears feeding the machine again and then there is this thing of connectivity – do we need more or less connection? The confidence to connect or disconnect, or reconnect, when connection is required, or is… Read More
Pie please. Scotch pie. Pie ‘n’ chips. Salt and vinegar, just the job. Wrapped in the news, it cost two bob. Doon Kirk Loan an roon’ the bend, clutched tae my heart like ma best friend, Ah fund a bench, and there ah stopped Spread the… Read More
I look in the mirror, A stranger I see. Why can’t I know How the world sees me?