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A CHAOS OF LIGHT
New Writing Scotland 43
Ed. Kirstin Innes, Chris Powici & Niall O’Gallagher

“writing that unsettles and challenges, that questions assumptions…A rich, boisterous, tender, charming, angry, sorrowful, gleeful mix”

Available now from all good bookshops!
💙📚
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New Writing Scotland 43
Edited by Kirstin Innes, Chris Powici & Niall O’Gallagher Published in: Paperback, 184 pages By: Association for Scottish Literature, Glasgow, August 2025 Price: £9.95 ISBN: 9781906841669 Cover image…
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Always pleased to get the annual volume from @asls.org.uk — this year’s looks great!
Cover of ‘Setting the Stage: New Wave Scottish Drama from the 1970s and 1980s.’
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SETTING THE STAGE
New Wave Scottish Drama from the 1970s & 1980s

Featuring 5 exciting & experimental playscripts:

White Rose (Peter Arnott)
Mary (Ian Brown)
Playing With Fire (Jo Clifford)
An Island in Largo (Sue Glover)
The Way to Go Home (Rona Munro)

#drama #theatre
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Annual Volume 54 (2024)
Edited by Steven Cramer and John Corbett Paperback, 346 pages Association for Scottish Literature, September 2025 Price £19.95 ISBN: 9781906841652 Order from our bookshop These five plays address…
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nazaretranea.bsky.social
Still buzzing that one of my favourite stories I’ve written found a home in the coolest mag 🦷
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🪹The Swallows 🪹by @nazaretranea.bsky.social

A tragedy brings our narrator closer to her unwanted companions. A story about leaving home, grief and solace in nature.

Read more in Extra Teeth Issue 9!
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“Iain Banks’s first novel, The Wasp Factory, is to be published the following February. Robert Crawford is still a postgraduate student […] David Kinloch is also still a postgraduate student and cites no previous publications”

Val Thornton on NWS at 40
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New Writing Scotland at 40 - The Bottle Imp
The timing could not have been better. The very first volume of New Writing Scotland in 1983, the purple one with the pale blue thistle on the front scattering white seeds of new writing, included my ...
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commamonger.bsky.social
A fellow punctuation-monger. 😍
publicdomainrev.bsky.social
After complaints about Timothy Dexter's A Pickle for the Knowing Ones (1797) being entirely devoid of punctuation, in future editions the eccentric businessman supplied a supplemental page so that people “may peper and solt as they please”: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/dexter-pickle
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Zachary Boyd’s Books: Recovering a 17th-Century Scottish Library
21 Oct @uofglasgow.bsky.social & online – free

@profastreete.bsky.social has worked to reconstruct Boyd’s library, bequeathed to UofG – a new & substantial archive
#C17 #earlymodern #bookhistory
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Adrian Streete | Zachary Boyd's Books
Zachary Boyd’s Books: Recovering a Seventeenth Century Scottish Library
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This is NOT a #Christmas post, but could very well be an EXCLUSIVE CHRISTMAS CARDS post! Simon's Govan range is BACK 🎄🎅

🛒 In-store only (from late afternoon 14/10/25)
Govan Stones Christmas cards, with hogbacks and robins in winter scenes.
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When you pay your rent, ALWAYS get a receipt from your landlord! The lengths you have to go to, sometimes, honestly …
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“Stephen,” said Sir John, still in the same soft, sleekit tone of voice—“Stephen Stevenson, or Steenson, ye are down here for a year’s rent behind the hand—due at last term.”

—from “Wandering Willie’s Tale”, by Walter Scott: a trip to Hell, a demonic monkey, & an unreliable narrator …
#Scotstober
‘Stephen,’ said Sir John, still in the same soft, sleekit tone of voice—‘Stephen Stevenson, or Steenson, ye are down here for a year’s rent behind the hand—due at last term.’

Stephen. ‘Please your honour, Sir John, I paid it to your father.’

Sir John. ‘Ye took a receipt, then, doubtless, Stephen; and can produce it?’

Stephen. ‘Indeed I hadna time, an it like your honour; for nae sooner had I set doun the siller, and just as his honour, Sir Robert, that’s gaen, drew it till him to count it, and write out the receipt, he was ta’en wi’ the pains that removed him.’

‘That was unlucky,’ said Sir John, after a pause. ‘But ye maybe paid it in the presence of somebody, I want but a talis qualis evidence, Stephen. I would go ower strictly to work with no poor man.’

Stephen. ‘Troth, Sir John, there was naebody in the room but Dougal MacCallum the butler. But, as your honour kens, he has e’en followed his auld master.’

‘Very unlucky again, Stephen,’ said Sir John, without altering his voice a single note. ‘The man to whom ye paid the money is dead—and the man who witnessed the payment is dead too—and the siller, which should have been to the fore, is neither seen nor heard tell of in the repositories. How am I to believe a’ this?’

Stephen. ‘I dinna, ken, your honour; but there is a bit memorandum note of the very coins; for, God help me! I had to borrow out of twenty purses; and I am sure that ilka man there set down will take his grit oath for what purpose I borrowed the money.’

Sir John. ‘I have little doubt ye borrowed the money, Steenie. It is the payment that I want to have some proof of.’
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“Stephen,” said Sir John, still in the same soft, sleekit tone of voice—“Stephen Stevenson, or Steenson, ye are down here for a year’s rent behind the hand—due at last term.”

—from “Wandering Willie’s Tale”, by Walter Scott: a trip to Hell, a demonic monkey, & an unreliable narrator …
#Scotstober
‘Stephen,’ said Sir John, still in the same soft, sleekit tone of voice—‘Stephen Stevenson, or Steenson, ye are down here for a year’s rent behind the hand—due at last term.’

Stephen. ‘Please your honour, Sir John, I paid it to your father.’

Sir John. ‘Ye took a receipt, then, doubtless, Stephen; and can produce it?’

Stephen. ‘Indeed I hadna time, an it like your honour; for nae sooner had I set doun the siller, and just as his honour, Sir Robert, that’s gaen, drew it till him to count it, and write out the receipt, he was ta’en wi’ the pains that removed him.’

‘That was unlucky,’ said Sir John, after a pause. ‘But ye maybe paid it in the presence of somebody, I want but a talis qualis evidence, Stephen. I would go ower strictly to work with no poor man.’

Stephen. ‘Troth, Sir John, there was naebody in the room but Dougal MacCallum the butler. But, as your honour kens, he has e’en followed his auld master.’

‘Very unlucky again, Stephen,’ said Sir John, without altering his voice a single note. ‘The man to whom ye paid the money is dead—and the man who witnessed the payment is dead too—and the siller, which should have been to the fore, is neither seen nor heard tell of in the repositories. How am I to believe a’ this?’

Stephen. ‘I dinna, ken, your honour; but there is a bit memorandum note of the very coins; for, God help me! I had to borrow out of twenty purses; and I am sure that ilka man there set down will take his grit oath for what purpose I borrowed the money.’

Sir John. ‘I have little doubt ye borrowed the money, Steenie. It is the payment that I want to have some proof of.’
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I love telling trad tales out loud! So @florisbooks.bsky.social created a video of me telling the first tale in our Celtic Folk And Fairy Tales collection. Here’s our 12 min 'How To Escape a Waterhorse' with magical artwork by @elisecillustration.com #storytelling
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Lari Don tells the story of How to Escape a Waterhorse, from Celtic Folk and Fairy Tales
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Continuing our timeline series: No. 44 - 2004 – Work commences on the Oran Mor mural — a project that would become the largest piece of public art in Scotland, and one that remains unfinished to this day.
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We're so excited that @amalelmohtar.com will be creating an exclusive serialised short story for our newsletter during Book Week Scotland from 17 to 23 Nov 📚

Make sure you sign up to our newsletter to receive each installment!

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I would like to tell her not to wear such flimsy shoes,
that rubble contains the whole spectrum of knowable
and unknowable dangers…

—Marjorie Lotfi, “Picture of Girl and Small Boy (Burij, Gaza, 2014)”
in THE WRONG PERSON TO ASK, @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social 2023
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Picture of Girl and Small Boy (Burij, Gaza, 2014)
Marjorie Lotfi

I would like to tell her not to wear such flimsy shoes,
that rubble contains the whole spectrum of knowable
and unknowable dangers: sheets of metal ripped
to knife edge, live wires, bloated arms reaching

for light. Her hair, scraped back into a ponytail,
is open to sky; remnants of buildings filter down
one concrete chunk at a time, and the midday bells
of rockets ring out above her. She carries a boy

on her still narrow hips, his legs entwined around
her yellow dungarees. Like a rodeo rider, his left arm
grips her shoulder to steady himself, or her,
while his torso reels back and away; his body

is asking to slow down, to turn back. Instead,
her eyes comb the ground for a next step, fingers
of her free hand curled into a claw, as if
to frighten off what she somehow sees ahead. A Palestinian girl carries a child across rubble from a building that police said was destroyed by an Israeli air strike, in the Burij refugee camp in the central Gaza Strip, August 1, 2014. REUTERS/Finbarr O'Reilly. Marjorie Lotfi's poem describes the picture in detail:

Picture of Girl and Small Boy (Burij, Gaza, 2014)
Marjorie Lotfi

I would like to tell her not to wear such flimsy shoes,
that rubble contains the whole spectrum of knowable
and unknowable dangers: sheets of metal ripped
to knife edge, live wires, bloated arms reaching

for light. Her hair, scraped back into a ponytail,
is open to sky; remnants of buildings filter down
one concrete chunk at a time, and the midday bells
of rockets ring out above her. She carries a boy

on her still narrow hips, his legs entwined around
her yellow dungarees. Like a rodeo rider, his left arm
grips her shoulder to steady himself, or her,
while his torso reels back and away; his body

is asking to slow down, to turn back. Instead,
her eyes comb the ground for a next step, fingers
of her free hand curled into a claw, as if
to frighten off what she somehow sees ahead.
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SETTING THE STAGE
New Wave Scottish Drama from the 1970s & 1980s

Featuring 5 exciting & experimental playscripts:

White Rose (Peter Arnott)
Mary (Ian Brown)
Playing With Fire (Jo Clifford)
An Island in Largo (Sue Glover)
The Way to Go Home (Rona Munro)

#drama #theatre
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Annual Volume 54 (2024)
Edited by Steven Cramer and John Corbett Paperback, 346 pages Association for Scottish Literature, September 2025 Price £19.95 ISBN: 9781906841652 Order from our bookshop These five plays address…
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nazaretranea.bsky.social
This Thursday, I’ll have the honour of reading from Nettles at the Scottish Poetry Library @byleaveswelive.bsky.social

Ahead of it, I want to celebrate the four incredible poets who’ll be reading alongside me. Tickets are still available so come and join us!

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We fecht to lowse oursels, we coup and skar
and joater menseless in the foazie grun,
feart to bide still, and fusionless to rin,
we plouter on, forfeuchan, through the haar…

—Robert Garioch, “The Bog”
in A KIST O SKINKLAN THINGS (ASL, 2017)
#Scotstober #poem #poetry
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Robert Garioch
The Bog

The lyft is lourd abuin the hechs and howes,
peat-bog and mist hae left nae space atween;
the puddock cours doun frae the wecht abuin,
here is nae leevin-space for men or yowes.

We fecht to lowse oursels, we coup and skar
and joater menseless in the foazie grun,
feart to bide still, and fusionless to rin,
we plouter on, forfeuchan, through the haar.

We rax doun, seeking rock, wi feet grown nesh
frae clatchin in thae never-ending clarts,
ettlin to traipse on stanes, to thole their scarts,
and win to some green haugh, kind to the flesh.

Tho weill we ken it's aye the same auld place,
we fuil oursels to pech and plouter on
frae this black oily puddle-hole to thon,
that gies the meisor of our hirple-pace.

Our thochts are aye on skinklan burns, dour rocks,
clean waters we cuid loup frae stane to stane,
bricht in the sun or weet wi dounricht rain,
dazzlit wi licht and stoun'd by solid shocks.

But maist we think of gangin ither airts,
whaur we micht hae faur distances in sicht,
think lang to traivel til a warld of bricht
pure colour in outlandish foreign pairts.

Sae we jalouse some howff juist owre the brae,
some hevin abuin the sterns, juist out of sicht,
whaur we cuid gae the morn, gin we micht
loup owre the muin, as did the famous quey.

Wanting some yirdlie hevin for Almains,
the Fuhrer maks a furore in our lugs;
we bield in ivory touers or Luftwaffe-skugs,
while bummlan boomers threaten broken banes. Thae men that fetch us boombs frae yont the seas,
heich in their Heinkels, ken the same despair;
they maun skite flat-out on the slidder air,
forever doomed, like us, to future ease.

Nou the impassioned banshees, in F-moll,
screich out wi siren voices, anger-riven,
Beethoven's chord of Opus 57,
the same that skeiched us in the Usher Hall.

The causey street we staund on shaks and shogs,
freestane fore-storey housses flee in air;
real super-realism everywhere
maks grand pianos mate wi clarty bogs.

The bog—I ken the feel o't weill eneuch,
tak its conditions, staund and dinnae fecht
to lowse my feet, and find it tholes my wecht
ablow the haar, gin but my heid be leugh.

And here are colours braw as onie shroud:
broun and dark broun, black and mair black, an aa
the fud or hint-end of the watergaw,
whaur I hae fand my forpit-met of gowd.
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scotbpocwriters.bsky.social
Do you write:

• SFF/speculative fiction
• Games - digital, RPGs, tabletop, etc
• Scripts for film, TV, radio, or podcasts
• Comics - print or digital

...and want some inspiration? Then check out this Saturday's workshop on (super)heroic worlds!
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Building (Super) Heroic Worlds with Etienne Kubwabo
An in-person writing workshop about turning ordinary surroundings into superheroic worlds.
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Dental Phantom, c.1898. Or, what it feels like to live in 2025.

The dental phantom was first created by the Glaswegian dentist Eduard Oswald Fergus a few years earlier as a tool for students to practice their craft before working on human subjects.
A metal head with a mouth wide open as if it is screaming. Inside are a full set of dentures.