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Identity Crisis
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 praise…
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 getting…
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 