Gordon McInnes was born in Easterhouse in 1967 and growing up in Middlesbrough, North-East England. As well as being a ‘Clydebuilt’ mentee, he is currently working in Glasgow as well as studying at Glasgow University. In addition he is putting the finishing touches to his first pamphlet to be released next year by Mudfog press (provisionally title: ‘Sand and Scar’) and has two amazing children.

A change – the late and steep backdrop of squall
regains to penetrate the haze and falls,
obscuring evensong. As night comes on,
laid snow will hint on cornerstone, a strong
sea-breeze wake ice and broken hail, sleet plane
away at waves, across and back again,
day fail.
            Out here, three marker posts into
the distance is the only way – for your
guesses are wild and faith may well betray
more often than it would show you safety.
You are alone: inching from post to post,
the Pilgrims’ Way. Where the causeway becomes
a strait, turns from your only path to waves
and the insensate dead of night arrives.