Poems & Prose
Ducking and diving Over under over under. I gather up my dreams and bestow them on this garment. My needle swims, glides through the fabric until Prick, jump, bleed, bodge.
Mrs Estee Lauder, as gals in the biz call her, is just a hero. Full stop. End of story. “I never dreamed of success, I worked for it” is so close to being twee – but it isn’t. When coupled with the biography of the beauty pioneer, you can understand that she really worked hard…Continue reading “Why I love Mrs Estee Lauder”
The wind was so strong as Emily jogged towards the beach on the last night of her sponsored Jog-Along that the palm trees lining her route were bent over almost double. The palm trees were not native but had been imported during a glamourous phase in the nineteen eighties when these small oil towns wereContinue reading “The Story of Emily (Fiction)”
There are two lovers on the beach. I watch them from where I am sat high up on the steps. They hug while I cry and collect rocks for keeps. A mouse runs across the steps. There are runners on the beach. Two men approach me from behind. I stand up on the steps, soContinue reading “Mice and Men (Poetry)”
Now I am going to tell you about Charles. I quite fancy him even if he would now be 102. But I suppose that’s the infinity of death. Infinitely young, infinitely handsome, infinitely dead. I am older than him now as well, which sort of takes the fun out of it and it becomes evenContinue reading “The Last Laird (Non-Fiction)”
My writing in other places:
Onions is a memoir piece about school over on the Leopard Arts site, one of my favourite places for Aberdeen Creatives. Leopard Arts also hosts my ghost story The Brownie of Blackford Manor, my short poem Phocidae in their BRACE! BRACE! collection, and my history ditty about capital punishment in Aberdeen Picnicing on a Little Hillie was part of their super Paper exhibition.
In 2019 I was awarded the Bobby Aitken Memorial Prize for my doric poem The Ballad of John Leith III by The University of Aberdeen.