Category Archives: Poetry

The Osmotic Ocean

  osmosis: A gradual, often unconscious process of assimilation or absorption; the spontaneous passage or diffusion of water or other solvents through a semipermeable membrane. ≈ The walker on the city street stops to gaze at the ocean. Tracing a … Continue reading

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Back to the Forest of Spectral Trees

  they came to stand and listen a hushed communion old gods. new gods.     uncanny colours, shapes and forms the strange, disorienting world of the wild wood     listening station (listen in) ≈≈≈ Now playing: Harmonia & Eno … Continue reading

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Glow / \ Black

W. J. Watson has suggested that this is a Pictish water-word, cognate with OW gloiu ‘liquid’, W gloyw ‘shiny’ (1926, 470), while Jacob King prefers a Celtic root *gleiwo- ‘gleaming, clear’. Place Names of Fife (2006) A Saturday in late April 2018. It feels … Continue reading

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Spaces of Silence

1876 ≈ Out of the silence of centuries, discrete words will, one day, surface for us … Edmond Jabès     text without words     unheard conversation     solitaire (listening to the light)     setting sun reflects … Continue reading

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Through the White World

Island of residual ≈ It was only for a few days. The immediate sensory world became a continuum of white and grey. A familiar world made strange.  Almost all colour, leached from the field of vision and imagination. White Grey … Continue reading

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Lost Coordinates II

  Lost coordinates: Where untold stories         bleed into images            beyond words   Where unheard sounds of the spectral field           become entangled   ≈≈≈ Now playing: Jim O’Rourke – Disengage

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A Familiar World Made Strange

All tracks,  footprints, paths were gone. Buried. He had pitched a tent on arriving: how come it had not blown off? From inside, he watched the complex improvisations of the wind. He heard how it suddenly laughed with the sand, … Continue reading

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