In The Poetry

Most people have heard of the island of St. Kilda which is the outermost of the outer Hebrides because they think of it as a place of asylum – as such a lonely place. But for that reason everybody goes there so it isn’t. If you’re looking for asylum in the Hebrides you should go [...]

The White Lie

I have never opened a book in my life,
made love to a woman, picked up a knife,
taken a drink, caught the first train
or walked beyond the last house in the lane.

Nor could I put a name to my own face.
Everything we know to be the case
draws its signal colour off the sight
till what [...]