Kenneth has a new CD out: The Sound of Iona. It’s essentially composed of sounds from the island intermingled with perhaps 14 poems. You listen to a sample below and can buy it here from Iona books.
I have a series of Essays on BBC Radio 3 all this week (19 Feb 2018) – ‘New Ways through the Glens’. They’re on at 10.45 each week night evening.… ....Read the rest
You wait for a Number 59 bus and two come along at once… My novel ‘2020’ was published by Saraband some 6 weeks ago, and was almost featured at once on Radio 4s Front Row. It was great to get such coverage, and the novel was also widely reviewed.… ....Read the rest
A few days ago I saw an image on the internet that imprinted itself on my subconscious. It was all the more shocking because I was exploring something entirely different, and as a result I was quite unprepared for what I saw.… ....Read the rest
I find that I have to write this before the end of the Olympic days in Brazil. The news bulletins here in Britain have spoken of little else for weeks: the gold medal by one or other British athlete is the first headline each morning.… ....Read the rest
Now the storm of last night’s passed;
everything lies torn in early morning
like a ship left tattered on the sea,
her rigging all in shreds, decks strewn with debris –
yet the storm itself forgotten, meaningless
beneath the glass-clear sky of morning.
I’ve not written for a few days now, mainly because I haven’t had the heart. I lost my dear sister to cancer and despite having stood at her graveside in Sutherland, in the top left hand corner of Scotland, I can’t believe she’s gone.… ....Read the rest
Although I write in English, and English is the language I grew up with, I sometimes remember that I should have grown up with the Gaelic language too. My mother’s family were all from the West Highlands of Scotland: they were crofting people – sheep, hens, a little arable land.… ....Read the rest
I don’t remember when I discovered Skype. All I do know is that I was in the depths of despair about seeing my little girl Willow who had gone back to the south of Germany with her mother. I was haunted by the fear I would lose touch with her completely, that things would become more and more distant until I hardly knew how to relate to her, or she to me.… ....Read the rest