(To listen to the poet read the poem, click here.) * We ken we’ve said aw this afore But, please, lend us yer ear fur a minute. Aye, we’re jist a wee country, But we’re a wee country wi a big hert, An when Thomas Hamilton Stormed intae a schuil gym An shot dead 16 [...]
(1) our first phone was born with me, my mother always said; my first memory of distance also comes from the phone. my father, on a Friday, calls home and tells me, “I cannot come this Saturday.” I am two. He is thirty nine. What about Sunday? “Not Sunday either, darling. I will come next [...]
I like country churches While chicken play around in the porch, on the steps sit little girls, passing their time picking lice And almost always locked are those sacred chambers in the holy presence of drying bloody red chilies Indolently swayed across the front, dried palm crosses Resident in roof tiles are vagabond squirrels The [...]