October 28, 2015 in Photographs, Poetryby Adrian Scott The October Blood – Part One These wisps of disconsolation are a fleeting eulogy to falling, a carol to the withering season. Read More Share
October 8, 2015 in Poetryby Adrian Scott Evacuee Does absence becomes presence, a sacrament of holding— latent as I evoke you now and a young girls hand slips into mine? Read More Share
October 6, 2015 in Photographsby Adrian Scott The Arts Tower – Sheffield see us and believe Read More Share
October 3, 2015 in Poetryby Adrian Scott The Song of a Motherless Son I curled my hand around its grace; it touched my soul like a mother’s face. Read More Share