It was hard, Watching my Dad Staggering home from the pub, Up the dark Orange lit shadowed Street, From our dusty greased window, Two stories up, Looking down, Knowing, When the key slipped into the lock And he came through… Read More ›
Dad
Peace Through Heavy
Another Friday night, I walked into the pub, To meet my Dad who was cradling A pint of Heavy, And using his other hand To prop up the bar, With his eyes fixed on the Glasgow sawdust. His swaying difficult… Read More ›
A Different Country 