Ah take an early mornin’ stravaig

Ah take an early mornin’ stravaig
Oan a Scottish winter’s day
The air light and trembling
Wi a drizzle. The sky a grey
Cap on greyer streets, it says
‘Nae exit this way.’

Av got earphones in ma pocket
And a podcast on ma mind,
Ah thought ‘If hings get too miserable
Ah can always still unwind’
But noo, in uproarious mornin’,
Ah’ll admit am no si shair.

Indeed, if ah had blocked ma drums
From aw these mornin’ sounds
Ah would’ve missed the hungry gurgle
Of a dozen chokey drains, so too
Machinegun prattle of cars ‘long
Puddled roads. Neither would ah
Have heard thon Rice Krispie
snap-crackle-n-pop
Of rain fizzlin’ oot against the sheen
O’ ma best waterproof Mac’.

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Idols Lost – The Interpreter’s House #75

Today – 9th October 2020 – my short story Idols Lost is published in issue #75 of The Interpreter’s House.

Idols Lost is a story of love in the aftermath of cataclysm, set in a black-out apartment in a crumbling Tokyo, whilst satellites fall from the sky to shatter in the atmosphere like fireworks.

You can read my story, and a host of other beautiful stories and poems, in The Interpreter’s House #75, here: https://theinterpretershouse.org/issue-75

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