Stung by winter’s salt and grit his cold paws barely grip the icy pavement still he won’t cross to the sunny side, hangs his head when I reach out to tug his collar, leans away from me, his body a counterweight keeping us both upright on the ice linked by my outstretched arm, my hold Read More
Find as far inland as Kintyre can allow, map back to an almost-anywhere dot. Out of seasight. Still, on clouded nights, watch Rathlin’s lit pattern censer past. A little industrial structure. One bog-footed cave built for burning. All rabbit shit, trotting-in lost sheep, broken curves open to host brackening rain. A dripped-on Alice, shrunk on Read More
Patron Saint of Disappointing Children Praise to this book, now heavy with scurf, pages moist with the persistence of must, your words still breathing, though only just on the bowed shelves of the house of your birth. Praise to the dynasty of something and nothing, the house of which you one day will be head, Read More
Click on the above image to view Writers Read: Kirsty Gunn in conversation with Chris Powici. Powici is a poet and academic, and also the editor of literary magazine Northwords Now. His latest poetry collection is This Weight of Light (Red Squirrel, 2015). You can read a new poem by Powici, “The God of Read More
