23 October 2021
  • 23 October 2021

Through a Child’s Eyes

by on 12 May 2021 0

By Karen Porter Wild winds of wonder crashing sounds of thunder leaves falling from trees the buzzing sounds of bees Picking flowers in the garden watching water freeze and harden raindrops and snow flakes all the sounds animals make Funny faces and silly sounds that’s where laughter is found dark and shadows are intimidating...

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Background Paper 3 (Proposed Housing Developments, Dykebar)

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By Morag Smith An indicative masterplan has been prepared for this teenage Devil’s Playground where gargoyles smile from burrs on trees and lockdown lovers kiss in the patients’ garden, slow-grown, gone in a blink Garlic. Daisy. Hawksbeard. Bluebell. Owners confirm the overgrown buildings are surplus to current operational needs Life overwinters in rubble, dead...

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February…

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By Roddy Scott She rose up and bit us hard, after Winter’s ices, cracked and bitter shards had closed up pools and puddles over sodden rain-drunk ground, our reflections lost, ‘til melting sun reveals a lonely face in so many collections of a wet embrace. She washed heavy soaking rain straight to brolly-bobbing hands,...

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An Ode To Ferguslie

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The Ferguslie Tourist By Kevin Muirhead Am a Paisley boy born and bred, Tae a faimly of Fegs with the name Muirhead, They hailed fae a street called Logan Drive, Tae the outsider I suppose it was a bit ae a dive, But embedded within it was a deep burning pride, Filled with people...

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The Golden Fleece of Arran

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By Roddy Scott Aince lang ago, when jist a gleam in ma maw’s een, I was telt the tale o’ Jock the Shepherd an’ his Golden Fleece. In the autumn, he wuid drap a sheep’s fleece intae a burn- a certain burn- oan the Isle o’ Arran, knowing that when the spring cam an’...

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The Table Set & Letting Go

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By Basia Palka THE TABLE SET a cupful of love a plateful of emotions and a jugful of time from PAINTING WITH POETRY my prayer LETTING GO first anger, then a sort of sadness sets in followed by much weeping, when the eyes have dried out that it’s difficult to open or close eyelids...

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A Renfrewshire Ramble

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By Brian Whittingham Along the path beside the river Cart I saunter down 50 years of memory, you keeping me company. We pass the remains of Tam Mulgrew’s golf range the fairway overgrown with gnarled bushes, its meshed perimeter fence hanging like abandoned cobwebs. These days, I can’t hear, the ‘ting ting ting’ of approaching...

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Breathe

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By Gemma Livingstone Seven decades ago I began to breathe A new life watching over a new house Part of a new estate being built The town growing into the green belt The houses spewed black smoke as coal fires burnt The cars pumped out an awful smell into the air And when I...

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A Breeze of Good Fortune

by on 10 February 2021 0

By Brian Whittingham At Canal Street’s Railway Path, the church’s wrought-iron gates are padlocked with decay as if the church itself is a prop for a spooky film.  We stumble over dry twigs and crunch leaves, squelching mud underfoot, the thorny undergrowth reaching for our ankles as we wind our way past dead headstones...

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