by Katriona E MacMillan A Hogmanay poem in the Scots language. New year, new me. I cocooned masel on Christmas Eve. Gained a new set of arms and grew 14 feet, Pterodactyl wings and a pelican’s beak. I’ve goat chainsaw hauns noo, And wasps for ma teeth, And laser eyes, And spikes oan ma knees.Continue reading “New Year, New Me.”
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Weekday Poetry: It Might Not.
I have been busy writing for other people this week. Instead of the usual blog, I will therefore leave you with an intriguing little poem about life. TW: Injury description Balancing. With palms down, hands tensed, fingers claw the wall. Tongue bitten, teeth clenched, gums bleeding. Pain is all. There’s Blood. There’s Blood On MyContinue reading “Weekday Poetry: It Might Not.”
Katriona MacMillan 