Stephen Barnaby


When I grew up here
Hundreds of miles from the other kids
I was oblivious

When I moved to Edinburgh
Realised what I’d missed
Clothes, music, tribal groupings, presumptions of cool,

I was angry

When I return
To bleak, barren beauty
Technically Highlands but nothing to do with Highlands
More a slab of Norse Orkney
Broken loose, drifted, re-attached

I am grateful

Copyright © Stephen Barnaby 2017

Stephen Barnaby once wrote silly 50 word biographies but now pens terrifyingly serious ones, about having two collections of fifty word epics, plus one of actual proper short stories, illustrating Alan Gay’s poetry pamphlet ‘Habitus,’ and hosting The Musselburgh Hotpot, a monthly open floor performance night held, surprisingly, in Musselburgh.


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Poet, publisher, gardener
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