the thrush by Desmond Graham
the thrush last night our old thrush in the square descended from the ones who sang to soldiers as they rested from the Roman Wall – safe Syrians who set their bows aside and Belgians br ...
Middle of the Road by Ross Wilson
Middle of the Road I’ll ha’e nae hauf-way hoose, but aye be whaur Extremes meet – it’s the only way I ken To dodge the curst conceit o’ bein’ richt That damns the vast majority o’ men. – Hugh M ...
Almost an apology by Simon Rees
Almost an apology In his last weeks I visit my father yellowed by medicine dying more quickly now leaning against the range heating his backside nursing his coffee I breathe leap into th ...