Poetry Halcyon, the days we spokeIn banalities and inanities,Such strange little ditties.They were good days,And nary one passed when we didn’t reach outAnd weren’t they brighter for that? So many months since we last had a word,And haven’t they been drab and grey?Days are long without a friend. From this distance I can see the …
Prose Telling the tale of one man and his terminally ill wife, alone in the Aberdeenshire countryside, ‘Chestnuts’ is a car journey, an exploration of the landscape and its bitter memories. This short story delves into a life once lived and lost, a community dragged into the 21st century, and a marriage surrendered to time …
Prose From the seaside village of Collieston, an eerie light glints on the horizon. This entrancing short story captures the intensity of the dark North-East winters – bobbing boats and flashing lights in the wintry darkness. Light. No light. Quick light. Slow light. Slow light… and so this went on. This message coming from the …
Prose Set in the upstairs downstairs world of an Aberdeenshire Laird, this story of a sleepy snow-day shares the excitement of another hour in bed. ‘I’m going back to bed, you may do what you like’ the Housekeeper said. And with that, authority turned her heels and the boots clacked down the polished red linoleum …
Prose New Deer is a classic example of Andrew Collins’ “Shire Gothic” work and regards a changing rural Aberdeenshire. Claire McInnes didn’t remember laying the flowers on the grave. They weren’t there the last time she came up to the little cemetery on the hill above the village. That was only three days ago. She …
