Sculptor by Tom Hubbard They who had chiselled the names and the datesOn the angled and sunken stonesHad themselves died long ago. They sharedThe worn anonymity: memorialisedAnd... Continue reading
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Secular Icon by Tom Hubbard They heard that he was ‘something in the City’And wore nice suits. The ideal son-in-law.The thought that he could lord it quite... Continue reading
2020 by Tom Hubbard Cardboard covers the flesh in a smitten street,While, immunised from sudden empathy,Flesh covers pasteboard as high chancers greetDank festivals of mediocrity.Their very bodies... Continue reading
Tom Hubbard writes about Fife’s folk culture, past and present There are books which, discovered when you are young, remain a moral and artistic compass for you... Continue reading