Tuesday, August 25, 2020

The Train

Pleased to see my poem 'The Train' published in the latest issue of Ann and Peter Sansom's THE NORTH.
'Best not ask for explanations;
best not search for revelations.
Just shovel on coal, a little more coal.'

Saturday, June 13, 2020

Poetry in Practice (Light)

Poetry in Practice was scheduled to start up again on the 16th April at the Scottish Poetry Library. But...
From time to time over the years I’ve had one -to-one sessions with PiP writers. A body of poems would be submitted to me, I’d study them for some time, then meet with the author for two hours of discussion. (The Terrace Cafe in the Botanics was useful in good weather.) I thought it might be useful to adapt this to the current lockdown situation.

Anyone interested can email me five poems (as Word Documents). The maximum length for each poem is 30 lines – but I’ll make an exception for sestinas! I’ll study the poems and send out critiques by email; then we’ll arrange a 90-minute slot for a video discussion (FaceTime or Skype). I’ll happily continue the discussion beyond 90 minutes

 The fee for this is £55. (The fee for the face-to-face consultation was £100.)

This is obviously quite different from the cut and thrust of 13 people in a room at the SPL but I think it may be of interest to some.







Sunday, March 1, 2020


My poem PATIENCE just published in the online arts magazine, London Grip.


Saturday, February 29, 2020

The Train

Delighted to have my poem THE TRAIN accepted for Peter Sansom's The North magazine. Can it be the only poem that mentions both Edinburgh's Corstorphine Hill and Vladivostok?


Thursday, February 27, 2020


My poem HAIRLINES has just been published in issue 95 of The Frogmore Papers. The first version of the poem was completed in October 1984, when my hair had a slightly darker hue.


Tuesday, September 24, 2019

In Budapest...

In Budapest last week, Mik and I, because we are over 70, got FREE entrance to what is described as the Museum of Terror: the former HQ of the communist secret police. We saw torture rooms, underground cells, a gallows, and much more. You see, it's great to be old!

Friday, September 6, 2019

Saint Theresa On Tour

Back in the 1950s, when I was a wee boy, I was mystified by a song which used to be played on such wireless programmes as Two-way Family Favourites. That song was Saint Therese of the Roses (sung with much brio by Malcolm Vaughan). The song dropped somewhat from my consciousness as Dylan and the Beatles arrived but on Sunday, to my great surprise, I found myself in the company of the good saint herself. I'd read about the grotto at Carfin in Edwin Muir's 1935 book, A SCOTTISH JOURNEY, so decided to investigate the place. Well, how was I to know there was a pilgrimage? Hundreds and hundreds of the devout milling around the statues, caves and grottoes, a police presence and, surprisingly, a hearse! Why a hearse? Well, Saint Theresa had arrived in it, or rather Saint Theresa's relics in an ornate coffin.This was carried among the pilgrims in a procession of priests and bishops while a choir sang and bagpipers played. The sun even came out for a few minutes. Not much like my Church of Scotland Sunday School but considerably more dramatic.But, like that wee boy listening to the BBC Light Programme, I remained mystified.

Jim C. Wilson  Poet
‘A true poet —