Toffee penny moon stuck in the low branches of the birch between sagging buildings here. Dog fox barks down the dark in its den under the arched elm...
I am deviant flight in the night. I do not delight. I, the un-butterfly, invade and panic the moon in your eyes, shed corpse dust from wings that are...
At Invergowrie, west of Dundee, there were two stones sitting in the shallows of Invergowrie Bay known as the Goors or Gows of Invergowrie. Some say...