James Dixon




The late blackberries

The late blackberries come ripe this year,
bursting little beasties
slick with the devil’s spit.

We come home gorse pricked
and spittle flicked
and happy for the yearning.

Keep your high-rise monoliths.
I apologise- I truly do-
but I see no beauty there.

This and all and only.



James Dixon a novelist, playwright and poet based in Glasgow. His debut novel, The unrivalled transcendence of Willem J. Gyle (Thistle, 2017) was shortlisted for the 2018 Somerset Maugham Award by the Society of Authors and his first collection of poems, ‘They Being (Being There)’ has just been accepted by Jersey Devil Press.

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