November 3, 2015
in Poetry, Reflections
The October Blood – Part Two
The true new beginning is to live stripped, willing and wilful at the starving edge of brightening days, where solstice endured yields to winter birthing spring.
Author: Adrian Scott
October 28, 2015
in Photographs, Poetry
The October Blood – Part One
These wisps of disconsolation are a fleeting eulogy to falling, a carol to the withering season.
October 3, 2015
in Poetry
The Song of a Motherless Son
I curled my hand around its grace; it touched my soul like a mother’s face.
September 27, 2015
in Photographs, Poetry
Last Rites
Then when the stars tumble from the sky at the end, our shining will illuminate scars on love’s invincible face.
September 21, 2015
in Photographs, Poetry
A Poetic Manifesto
I will speak out about my city in my ready northern tongue and make a simple solid vow to tell your stories with the honesty I got from you.
August 20, 2015
The Sleeping Giant of Communal Action.
I hope that whatever happens in the Labour leadership elections the spectres, or are they the angels of social concern, communal action, and a commitment to again slay the modern versions of the five giant evils, will visit us again.
August 6, 2015
Enchanted Rock
What is it about these places that inspires a sense of awe. No wonder the first peoples named them as sacred.
July 29, 2015
in Interview, Reflections
My Life So Far – Interview on Radio Sheffield
I have just done an interview about my life as a poet and a broken-down human being on my local radio station