Tuesday, October 21

Travels Chapter 4: Scotland Mist

 The first day I returned to Scotland,
it was Tuesday and it rained.
I met two strangers, from other corners of the world,
and together we strayed through mist,
discovered a small haven of violet,
laced with nettles and pretty little yellow flowers.
Each time I visit this country,
 I never find it as rough as people say.
It is only gentle and soft.

Monday, October 6


Maybe spirits,
maybe men,
conjuring a woodland pulse.

(some soaked ektar negatives)