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Giant Teddy Bears Yesterday was a blissful day; a lazy wakening, stretching in the comfort of my bed, slowly falling out of my dreams....

THE SIMPLICITY OF WALKING THE DOG. Dash the dog sniffs everywhere at the moment, sniffs so much he sometimes falls into ditches. He is...

Cardross 14 March 2021 Dear Calum I sometimes go to a writing class at a drop in centre near me and todays exercise was to write to...

THAT SUMMER BY THE SEA. That sudden rush of water; the green brown, sandy water covering my head. Kicking my legs out and finding no...

Home I know a house is not a home and I know you do not need me to tell you that. I know that home is those we love; the things that make...

UBelong Glasgow Loving Do you remember when you were young and you didn’t know for sure what love was and somehow you were told that you...

VALENTINES DAY The wash is on; the bed sheets changed, the drawers and tables cleaned. Outside the wind is rising while the rain rattles...

JOY UBelong Glasgow: 13 December 2020. Theme ‘Joy.’ I find it hard to talk of or even think of joy. Joy is so immediate, so present. It...

JULIET BY THE SEA (2012) Birthday Letter I see ducklings scurrying; chivvied by their mother. they’re all bouncy; curious. It’s like they...

RITES OF PASSAGE FINN FEBRUARY 2012. BIRTHDAY LETTER When I think of age and innocence, of men and women, of child and adult and of good...

BEING A PANTHER (OR THOUGHTS ON MANLINESS!!) 2014 Last week I was driving along Loch Fyne and, down by the side of the road, in a field...

Unsent letter to a long lost, almost forgotten, School friend (2012) Dear Nicole I am writing this letter to you, as somehow I think it...

RUM DIARIES PRESENTS Writers Block Radio Hour Supersoundscotland.net March 2020 THE PAUSE Three weeks ago my mum asked for a proper hug...

SEEING YOU (2014) It is funny that, when I close my eyes, I can still see your children; I can see them clearly and I can see their...

MOUNTAINS AND MOLEHILLS Where was I when I saw those clouds? Somewhere west; somewhere besides a long silver loch with a sandy shore and...

Am I grieving? I have no idea. I would love some cuddles even though I have whisky breath; would love to be at least vaguely alive

I wish every day was like this. I would love it if I didn’t stand on the edge of it so much but, for the moment, I am glowing with pleasure

I must learn how to speak and I must learn just why I think I have no right to grieve for my own father.

It seems so long since I have stretched with pleasure; just stretched and grinned and wondered what to do with the day.

This mourning or whatever it is that I am doing is so different to what I thought it would be.