[silence or deafening noise]

it’s been hard to write anything in the past few days. i have held off from posting any poetry to give space to black voices, black artists, black activists and black lives. my heart is so heavy for black communities in the usa and around the world, whom history and governments have treated like second

[wearing thin]

let us meet here in this hour in this place where no one else can find us. like ghosts in the wind let us pass through each other spill our insides out to run freely in the woods. like waiters serving riches let us present ourselves readily dine on moral platters eat ravenously with our

[i will love you]

i will love you for as long as i shall live and long after the final sun sets. sgh

[homemade apple pie]

we made a homemade apple pie. this glorious terrible ruin. deep in summer when rainwater sits hot in july puddles swamped in the north west of scotland. and it is swelling like a balloon in the oven window. its light revealing the flaky pastry. this invasive, unrelenting beam. like a spaceship casting its light on

[she is something you can’t put your finger on]

sgh

[words on the washing line]

my poems are mostly unfinished. i leave the words out on the washing line to dry and come back to them a few weeks later. sometimes i leave them hanging there. to be taken by the wind. sgh

[mind on the sky]

her mind drifts with the tide. storms in and trails out, back to the beginning. floats upwards like a kite, flutters through blusters of wind. sometimes i find her crashing at the days end. other times she soars on rooftops, not a cloud in sight. you can’t trace her, you’ve tried. you won’t know what

[bothy]

outside an uninhabited house with boarded up windows and crumbling stone i spy a plethora of lilies growing in quiet   sgh

[evenings in mid-june]

evenings in mid-june coming to a close. confessions from midsomer murders hum into the whispers of nine o clock. mum is asleep on the sofa, stray hairs from her blonde fringe jump up happily to the sighs of the window gaping. forgotten to shut. apple pie left out on the side. the custard carton sliced

[good people]

believe in tomorrow and good people with kind smiles called toby or lily and their blonde dog. place your faith in shoe polish and homemade pasta bake. take a trip to a beach with messy sand dunes and rocky shores. watch the tide come in and then, watch it go out. favour tartan. lose yourself