an author from Edinburgh with a deep connection to the Highlands, having spent years exploring its landscapes, climbing Munros, and studying its rich folklore.Reach out or visit my YouTube page for more ORIGINAL poetry
Published short stories and articles:
"I think memory is the most important assets of human beings. It's a kind of fuel, it burns and it warms you. My memory is like a chest; there are so many drawers in that chest and when I open a certain drawer, I find the scenery I saw when I was a boy in Kobe. I could smell the air and I can touch the ground and I could see the green of the trees."That's why I want to write a book."Haruki Murakami
Excerpt from Eyes That Paint The Sky
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The world there is quiet, deep-rooted, all through the shifting seasons. It holds the weight of our first steps.
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A September wind curls over the leaves, spinning sycamore seeds through the air like little turbines. Snow frosts the dirt, and a gentle powder rolls over the Lomond hills. Silver bark warms under golden sun. Chaffinch sing above. It is sometime in the afternoon.
A sunbeam bathed you as if picked out by heaven—the sweetest thing.
By your side, you held a book with a handwritten note marking the page. I wondered what those pages contained, and if we were searching for the same words. We stopped on that willow bridge and looked into the rumbling water. A minute or so passed.
‘The days are getting shorter now,’ you said in a soft voice, melodic—a voice as soft as the tumbling river, as soft as champagne pouring over the edge of a glass. The water was deep and clear. My words felt coarse in its reflection.
Across the den, a couple of wood pigeons bobbed lazily on a dry-stone wall, and beyond, over the farmland, was the Harvest Moon Cafe near the deer sanctuary. The black swing-coat jacket you wore seemed fragile against the wilderness.
You wore that same coat the first night we kissed, letting it fall to the fireside before you held me warmly. Light sparkled in your eyes.
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There are times, under a shallow moon, when the night is a deep murky ocean, I find a sliver of light, a broken memory, a shiver of a smile. I could live forever in that dream.
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