ENGLISH AND HISTORY
English and History is a subversive romance, set in a Scottish town, two estranged friends, both English teachers, reconnect through...
Ghosts
For my Granny Keith I don’t believe in life after death, hauntings or voices from the grave. I think what we need from people we loved,...
Days That Change
Have you lost your mind? Where’s your sense of humour? My mind goes everywhere it can, it loves to travel. My sense of humour is not on...
Watching Glastonbury
I went to festivals when I was younger, bare faced, muddy and skint in charity shop velvet and cords. No subtlety in our taste for pretty...
Good Boys/ Bad Boys
It’s Heathcliff’s fault, and River Phoenix and Pete Doherty didn’t help much. It becomes a habit. Of course, no one is good or bad, there...
Swan Republic
Mummy, I would like a humming-bird and also, I would like a swan. Well, there are no humming birds in Scotland, and I think all the swans...
Bleach and eyeliner
It took me a long time to find a way to look. Bleach and eyeliner, velvet and leather, black and silver. Boots and lipstick, a diamond in...
Join me on the bridge.
The problem is we are islands. The silence is hostile. Even the smoke signals get lost. It takes someone else to suggest a bridge. One...
City Walking
I have only a finite number of steps for city walking. Glamour, squalor, edification and dereliction crowd me like the filthy pigeons. It...
Muir of Dinnet Endurance Ride
Steam off a hot horse and a drying road. Heavy rain that dies away like a round of applause, leaving the air singing to a beat of...