NIMISHA MENON Empty cartridges lay strewn across the bloodied garden. 1650 bullets were spent on 1516 unarmed civilians. It didn’t take...

Our men and boys who left us left their fields, their shops, their trades left their families and loved ones left this village, left...

On YouTube a 60’s newsreel. A black and white Dunoon. A smartly dressed Ban the Bomber waves a To Hell with Polaris placard reminding us...

Their late blooming spears spill from my beds reliable as the poppy pinned to your coat well into November leave ointment pink medals...

Rectangle of grey-green grass and memory Holding 273 years of myth between its fingertips Its air calling to us: Lingering war-cries mix...

Mohammed scrunches his eyes to gaze at the forever blue of the sky above the razor wire fence he can feel his quickening breath, moisten...

From 'Quines,' published by Luath Press in 2018. Born Glasgow 1877, died Dunoon, 1954; political activist, suffragette, and Red...

‘Be careful what you pack’ my daughter warned her voice the colour of bruised damsons a battered suitcase yawned on the bed gulping...

i.
 Since the revolution 
 flowers have expanded.
 Goats have invaded and continue to advance. The wild birds sing to the tamed trees:
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KRAKOW Grey over the Vistula the mist came in, Spring still struggling to show some colour. Yet we could see how, in colour, Krakow ...