Wednesday 26 April 2017

I KNOW WHAT I KNOW

by May McIntyre

I - I know what I 


K - Know

N - Now because I learned very quickly that I must ask. I asked  - 
so that I kept my sanity. 

O - Otherwise I could never have survived this awful journey.

W - When I needed things clarified - I asked.


W - When I needed to understand.  When I

H - Had to know what to expect.  When I was out of my depth.  When I was 

A - Afraid - I asked. When I needed to fuel myself with knowledge,

T - To familiarise myself with the unknown - I asked. 


I - I always asked! Gathering 

K - Knowledge about a problem or issue is

N - Never easy. Never easy to face up to it. Never easy to face a different future. Different to the one you had planned in your mind. The 

O - One and only 

W - Way to survive this unwanted journey is to ask when you need reassurance and to be fuelled every step of the way with hope. 


Wednesday 12 April 2017

Peanut butter away

by John Young

What a beautiful  summers day sun splitting the sky, glowing and inspiring yet the east  wind screams through our bones,enough to make  you cry.

The barge is resting at peace  ,  diesel  fills our nostrils,  pens and pencils are primed and ready to write , ears on full alert listening  , waiting  yet  , yes its time for a fleece.

Clunk, clank boom we are ready for the off.
Captian  Bev gives us the shout 

"Peanut  butter away"   

Looking forward to  our adventure  on a glorious  day.

The question  is what do we know ?,we ponder we drink coffee  we go with the  flow.

Bish bash bong the old lady murmurs  along ,carrying  the writers dreams,   hopes and fears  a bit of laughter  and a wee tear.

Monday 10 April 2017

The Daffies on Great Western Road


by Pat Sutherland

All the way from Kelvinside to Yoker
they stood in ranks, heads up, ramrod straight. 
Off duty, they'd nod to the early bee 
and gossip about the trespassingTazetta
exiled from some matchless garden, 
sneering at her common woodland cousins. 
I'd tell her where to stick her trumpet, 
said the tallest one.

But the North Wind fancied a change,
after months of levelling island hamlets 
and blowing a hooligan over Wick;
so whistling something Wagnerian,
he swooped south,
picking up ponderous clouds
eager for a free ride.
And as he took one long deep breath
above Bearsden 
they yelled, Bombs away!
And loosed a million hailstones.

The Botanics emptied;
umbrellas and hats took flight;
the alt-left outside Oran Mhor
turned their Guardians into hats
and ran for the bar;
an ecstacy of toddlers splashed
and stamped in deepening puddles.

Legless and without a tail to turn,
the hapless daffs were rooted to the spot,
while gleeful gale and spiteful hail
skelped them down,
rubbed their frilly faces in the dirt,
and left them all - wiped out -
in a field of glaur.

Content with his carnage, but
eager for more, the vandal wind,
hearing word of loose slates
in Coatbridge,
blew off north-east.

He left a quieter sky.
A few querulous rays squeezed
through kettling clouds,
touching the battlefield
with a smidgen of warmth,
just enough to stir bedraggled heads
and turn them skywards.

All the way from Kelvinside to Yoker,
now back in their blazing ranks,
the daffies stand proud, heads up,
unbeaten.  Whaur's your phoenix noo?
says the tallest one.


Indomitable?  Naw: gallus.