4th March 2014
Apple trees in the tattie field,
doon the street with a barrow and wellies.
We sang the song of Connolly fame
and spoke of spuggies and scrammies and cundies.
we guarded the fruit with sentries of plastic.
Fallen Angels beauty parlour.
24th February 2014
Black magic boxes of bats
and hames for wee spuggies.
A word for my day.
The timber all cut and ready and bound with blue tape.
But the edges of the wood turn to keek at each other
and will no behave.
As outside the absent school turns its back and runs awa to the Dighty Burn,
(notes – a spuggie is Dundonian for a sparrow. Outside, in the vacated green space next to the community centre stood a school.)
26th February 2014.
Tessarae colours in blues and greens spark
smashing, cutting, nipping, filing, glueing, placing,
waymarking the Dighty Burn.
Holidays in Birmingham and seeing that one off Coronation Street in a restaurant.
Opera behind the scenes.
Tea and biscuits and the top six things in life –
Dundee FC, family, singing, pyjamas, the sun and
A woman seen shopping ina ‘onesy’,
the guise of a cat and a tail an aw.