Author: Barry Tebb

It is time after thirty years We had our Poetry Renaissance Rise, Children of Albion, rise! It is time after […]

I Living in a land Where only the dying correspond I am borne on the wings of love II I […]

Would ‘any woman’ find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke […]

Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket) I can’t make, your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit. Sorry Brenda […]

For Jeremy Reed Rejection doesn’t lead me to dejection But to inspiration via irritation Or at least to a bit […]

When my mam had to go Up north to look after gran, Margaret’s mam said I could Stop with them; […]

(Goya, an old man in exile, looks at his self-portrait) A bull’s neck, still much needed, Deserving exile or the […]

Even the charity shops boast of the surveillance Mr Average is caught on camera a hundred times a day To […]

How I loathe this land of my exile, Concrete upon concrete, Steel upon steel, Glass upon glass In massed battalions […]

Empty chocolate boxes, a pillowcase with an orange at the bottom, Nuts and tinsel with its idiosyncratic rustle and brilliant […]