They cut the Sitka, and there they were. Just turn left at the bridge.

Can you see where the ruins lie?

Hidden pool, uncovered fall

The year is turning

Luminous fields

Another two in a hollow hill

Gallery  —  Posted: 29/09/2019 by crowkitchetales in writing

Other half and I went for a woodland walk on a dreich day the other day. I’ve been looking for inspiration in the Galloway landscape again, as winter is on it’s way and the long nights make for good tales.

Moss dripping from the trees

Iain ann an eilean beag, anns an Allt ‘Kennick’

Kennick burn falls

The burn in spate over the falls.

Gallery  —  Posted: 29/09/2019 by crowkitchetales in writing

Two Worlds in one space

Posted: 07/05/2019 by crowkitchetales in poetry
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Two worlds in one space

One messy, schizophrenic place

Neglected

Over scrutinised

Exploited

Spinning away from Grace

The World and the Earth

Unified, our place of birth

Divided

Will be our grave

Plundered

For anything of worth

We broke them apart

Bold feat of self-deceiving art

Wooly eyed

Our heads in sand

Unthinking

We’re watching our end start

Our world is nested

Within these lies uncontested

Separate

Unconnected

Remote yet

From this Earth that we’ve bested

But now is the hour

Our delusions show their power

Truth burns us

Inevitable

Fate finds us

Our illusions turn sour

For the World is one

And it is coming undone

All at once

The Human World

The Real World

Our womb in space, about the Sun

Janus

Posted: 01/01/2019 by crowkitchetales in poetry, writing
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Watery sun, peaks above the line of hills.

Yellow feathers deep blue.

Clouds wisp in shreds of night,

underlit by day.

Venus throbs with light,

burning cosmic jewel

coupled with the horned moon,

Singing together night’s last refrain.

They hang

Suspended in the moment,

soon to fade.

wintery fingers of forest reach up

never touch.

Left aching in the cold.

A new year encroaches

Following the rising sun,

The old year has passed with the night.

Howl by Allen Ginsberg | Poetry Foundation

Posted: 28/08/2018 by crowkitchetales in writing

Woke up wanting to go look for America. Could only find Ginsberg. Does anyone else know where America went? I checked behind the sofa, but all I found there was the rest of the world.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49303/howl

Lulu Spotlight

Posted: 24/08/2018 by crowkitchetales in writing

I have re-instated Dark Tales from the Crow Kitchen and dropped the price of the E-BOOK version of the Ballad of Sara and Jared. You can find both for sale at my author spotlight on Lulu.

I am currently working on a few very interesting projects, which I may consider giving some access to via Patreon. One is a horror novel set in Galloway, the other is a currently amorphous sci-fi project.

Time for breath

Posted: 15/05/2018 by Alternate Celt in Life, poetry
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The Source

The Well Spring

The Problem

The Poison


Life changing too quickly

Too often

Another new house

Another new class

Another new drama

To be knotched

On a child sized belt

Clinging on with white knuckles

To her skirts

Following behind

Head down

Shame unvoiced

Avoiding the questions

Always etched on the faces

Of that ceaseless train of new people


Learning to carry

The guilt she never feels

Not hidden by her shadow

Their explanations found in me

Because she doesn’t know

That language

Apologies left until

The cracks appear

Days of guilty pampering

Supposed to make up for the balance

Of hours left alone

Hours left ignored

Of blame offered

Of rage withstood

Of hurt sustained


The time is over

The burden ready

To be set aside

The tears that flow

Now cleanse

The wounds re-opened

Leak out the poison

Breath can be taken

Healing can begin

Life can go on

Life study in sunlight

Posted: 03/04/2018 by Alternate Celt in poetry
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Sunlight touches us

The world passes by

Blurred, indistinct

Unimportant

A phantom in the passenger window

We miss it

We’re preoccupied with

Rolling forward

Racing through life

Not looking back

We’re too young to worry

Too old to care

Destination unknown

Unprepared

‘It’ll be a surprise

when we get there,’

Life is too big

Too wide

For the short sighted

To see the edges

I fasted yesterday. I ate nothing from dinner the night before until breakfast this morning. I am not a stranger to fasting, I have done it often in the past, so I could tell myself to ignore the rumbling in my stomach and stifle the wistful food shaped daydreaming I know I am prone to, but it is still a task requiring focus not to succumb when the habit is to go grab a little something from the kitchen to assuage just the little pangs.

Still, yesterday, I was schooling myself a little differently. Every time my stomach let me know it really might quite like to be fed, I told it it is privileged. I told it to have a little solidarity.

It was International Women’s Day, and I am a roughly middle class rural Scots woman who’s had the luxury of pursuing the ‘5-2’ diet and the comfort of living without any persecution. I have freedom, I haven’t known violence or war. I haven’t known real hunger, or been afraid I cannot provide food for my children.

For most of the last fortnight, women asylum seekers detained at Yarl’s Wood Detention center have been on Hunger Strike. Some have been kept there under indefinitely, some face deportation to countries they have fled from in fear for their lives. Many have children.

I can’t imagine the despair and anger it would take me to feel compelled to go on Hunger Strike. I can’t imagine what it must be like to wake up day after day, hungry yet determined to continue. I can’t imagine the reserves of strength it must take to choose to do such a thing when other avenues are closed to you. I wonder if it might seem easier to give up, but that brings me back to how my own life has not given me a way to relate to what drives these brave women.

Now I have stopped fasting, they still continue to be on Hunger Strike. They have been threatened with accelerated deportation if they continue. They have been threatened because HM Government fears what publicity for their plight might do. I will share their protest in the hope that their plight becomes widely heard and forces HM Government to treat them like the human beings they are rather than another inconvenient cost they would rather ignore.

You can still pledge to fast in solidarity with them here. You can read more about the ladies demands here.

I have been learning this for a while, but something clicked earlier so I recorded it before I forgot. It’s a beautiful song, hope I am doing it no disservice!
#np on #SoundCloud

Gallery  —  Posted: 19/09/2017 by Alternate Celt in Life