Cue     He kissed me till the morning light He told me that I’d done all right                                         Laura Marling   No. Morning was still pacing the dark wings of night with an unlit fag, sweat stains under her arms and attitude. Method actor morning; that fag, wrong prop for dagger-face.Dark’s…

The Orcadian Poet  (for GMB)    He said ‘I am what is around me’ He said ‘ the life of everyone is unique and mysterious’ He said ‘the immortal diamond’   The immortal diamond   Our grandfathers were cobblers We both loved the sea We drank-although he drank whisky   The immortal diamond Lies under…

  Melt     All the snowy day  the woodcutter smashed his axe into hardwood and piled  the chunks at my door knowing the sin of splicing mahogany and feeding it to sparks uneasily coaxed from fire-lighters, cardboard and ply.   All the snowy day I sat at the window permitting the flakes to land…

The day it was on all our lips 1 I’d forgotten how much you loved snow but your e-mail today brought me Moniack in November; how you woke like a child to whited-out windows and the snowman the students had built in the night near your door; the inquisitive deer; the locals relieved by the…