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Honeycomb
I remember a grey Monday, growing up in granite Aberdeen. I came down to breakfast in my school jersey, grey and thick as porridge, to open a tub of...
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In the Bleak Midwinter
This is a group portrait. Captain Oates, reindeer gloves, ski pole, thousand-yard stare into camera. An expert in horseflesh, born in India. He told...
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Night
‘Not long now, old lady,’ Hamish Iain said aloud, hard to make out in the rising screech of dying machinery. There was no-one else alive to hear him...
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Frost: a Mystery Play
Frost reigned for a while, Breathing its chilly cobwebs Slow across the ground Sounding a crick-crack, A slow-freezing testament For those ears who...
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Portrait of the Bees in Tain
The ranks of snoring sisters, sleeping in Their hives, vibrating in the dark, lit by The black and yellow of their stings, so thin Fallen with the...
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