I hate getting four buses: Lothian buses you are such a state and not worth my one pound fifty at any rate The driver
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Some may hear a deafening scream, I hear an Australian ancestral song. He may not have a six-foot wingspan But he’s my little handheld parrot.
Urban haiku By Debbie Giggle Big Issue Scylla and Watchtower Charybdis force boots on minced kebab
by Robbie Michie Family A vast empty field. Unique generations of exactly the same.
By Kieran Fallon Daze of summer, memories.
The Gilmore girls pact: Give lip, lie, quip, kiss and cry mom, daughter, best friend
By Robbie Michie The Chase Like a fish in a net, you caught my eye. Drowning the old thoughts from my shallow mind. You
The wild unknown brimming with reverie A directionless hope of somewhere else ∼ Every bit every edge everywhere
It is February in Edinburgh, When the rest of the world appears. Not a pressure that occupies this city, that city, this world or that.
Age old rock on primal grounds. Twisted streets run red with blood. Scarlet pouring between cobbles, Seeping into forgotten memories. Trodden day and trodden night,
We climb into the car, together and alone, The door clicks, locking us into place, We sit on display for all to see, As we
The Sea and an Office Block The vast wave rushes across the ground floor as dull desks and dull workers swim in its ferocious tide,
I am the ghost of our life together In our lives, I was a shadow
Biff, brown Biffer the Labrador bullet. Bolted like an avalanche of dark, frothy chocolate. Hillsides, glades, parks, the front bumpers of cars, all these places
Her eyes are fixed on a computer screen. She is reading. Her big, blue eyes surrounded by eyelashes thick and heavy with mascara. On her ears headphones; hands on
For years you fixed me Made me whole. I left you a renewed songbird, Serenading, Singing your praises.
Cutting a path through the sleepy haze; What remains is sleepier still. My blood is in revolt from the sun’s heat, While wise words from
Moments of truth- shy, short and silent. Unspoken, yet so powerful. They come and go, living life of their own. Intangible, yet inescapable.