Inspired by true events. Croft-In-Tuime, Glen Orchy, 2 June 2025. I’m just a baby cuckooSitting on a postI’m not sure who I am yetOr who I am the most I’m just a baby cuckooTrying out my wingsAnd listening to that human there And hearing how she sings She sings just like my daddy doesIn praiseContinue reading “Identity Crisis”
Author Archives: M. J. Grant
Be is for Barra
May 2022 I’m on Barra again, less than a year since my last visit. This time, I came fully prepared to live in the rhythms of island life, by which I mean: I know the bus timetable now. The bus timetable can easily dictate your life. I have exactly one option a day for gettingContinue reading “Be is for Barra”
To Barra in a pandemic
In which I travel to Barra during a global pandemic, but then largely forget about that.
A Song of Strone
In which I go on holiday, and despair at humankind.
There’s somebody under the shed
In which I am confused.
The Ballad of Chirp and Pidge
The first piece written for what would become this blog, in which I pay homage to some friends in Berlin.
Cultures of Peace 