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A Ragbag Post

This is a picture from some time last year. I’ve been a bit preoccupied this week with three family members in hospital – though fortunately two of them are home and thriving now. But I didn’t want to miss a week. I’ve been looking again at Old English healing texts, and I hope there will…
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November 29, 2018 0

Our Grandmother’s Ghosts

Recently I saw a picture on the Facebook page of artist Danielle Barlow called We Carry Our Grandmothers’ Ghosts, and it really struck home with me. I’m working on a poem, possibly one of a series about it. I only ever knew one of my grandmothers, because my father’s mother died of TB in 1938, when…
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November 22, 2018 0

Lost Connections

These are my local hills, the Ochils, stretching out as far as Perth, marking the boundary with Fife. They have been on the edge of my horizon for thirty-six years, and though I am not a hill-walker, they have fed my imagination all that time. Stories of historic battles, witches, artists, farmers, and silver miners,…
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November 14, 2018 0

A Week Out and About

After all the editing, the funeral and the consequent busyness, we had a week of being away, first to Belfast with my family, then for a few days to Glastonbury. This is the canal in the Avalon Marshes Nature Reserve, with Glastonbury Tor very far off in the distance. We were there principally to see…
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October 26, 2018 0

Wild Women Web

This site is likely to be a bit erratic over the next week or two. I’m writing a series of posts about publishing and being published, and the editing process, and that are taking a bit of revising. But this week I wrote a piece for the Wild Woman Press Wild Woman Web Project, and…
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October 4, 2018 0

Stravaig 6

This is the beautiful cover image of Stravaig 6, the on-line journal of The Scottish Centre for Geopoetics. It has been a long time in the making – the work in it was mostly inspired by what came out of the Expressing the Earth conference last June. It is very beautiful – the images in…
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September 26, 2018 0

When Someone Dies

I don’t know what you do, but I clean. I clean everything I can get my hands on, the things that have been bugging me for months, but I haven’t got round to it, the piles of accumulating clutter that only takes a minute, but I never seemed to have time for. I used up…
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September 18, 2018 0

Dyeing with Woad

Full marks if you can see any blue at all. There is enough to encourage me to have another go next year, but not much at all. Woad is very exciting, but complicated, and I think I did everything wrong. The leaves didn’t reach their full potential and were heavily depleted by slugs and caterpillars.…
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September 6, 2018 0

Ivy on the Poetry Path at Corbenic

This has just gone up on the Corbenic Poetry Path near Dunkeld. It is in a beautiful spot, overlooking the River Braan. It was inspired by my poem Ivy: Ivy It is the vigour that amazes –the lithe sprawl over the rockery,the spring and spurt up telegraph poles.Stems in pin feather up as fastas April’s hatchlings,…
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August 22, 2018 0

The Colour of Memory

This blog piece is quite late as I had two days out of action with some virus or other, so a lot of garden jobs and dye jobs did not get done. But it did give me some quiet time to think more about the next random writing projects. Several conversations about the past have…
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August 18, 2018 0