Right, Politics Then.

Oh, Blogger - you have me on my knees. 

I just spent an hour trying to write a blog about politics - on the importance of standing up for your beliefs and being true to yourself, even at the risk of being trolled or judged; about my despair at what Tyrant Theresa is doing to Scotland and Europe.

Guess what? I managed to delete it with one random click and can't retrieve it. Readers, you will have to wait.

Women Tell Each Other They are Gorgeous at Moniack Mhor

It’s like we have been starved of each other,

though we have only just met

and we are keen to make up for lost time,

leaning our stripy-topped bosoms on the table,

slapping our hands on its long wooden expanse

and agreeing with each other in shrieks

(Lana laughed enough to pish her breeks).

You’re gorgeous though!

No, you’re feckin gorgeous!

We can’t talk enough

about family, sex and death,

breach labour, Nicola Sturgeon and the NHS.

It’s not every day you wait a decade or two

for a faux medieval candelabra

to shine down on your face

and make you feel like, at last,

you’ve found your rhythm,

your got-it-now place.

Best Scottish Poems 2016 - What Corkers!

I was lucky enough to be included in Best Scottish Poems in 2006 (eek) and I love to read them every year.

It's exciting to see so many poems from new friends and poetic heroes this year. Click here to enjoy.

I am spoiling you. x