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Sean Urquhart
Sean Urquhart
A versatile writer, who has covered everything from whisky copy to poetry and critical review.


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Nov. 30, 2012 1:11 am
The Saltires emblazon many a dull pub, Eyes are fixed on Anglophilic twinkling, English money grudgingly accepted And yet the suspiscion is towards their own; Internal exile, Always the outsider. Dave and I slug pints and laugh And talk long and fast, Eyes seek out our difference, Eyes see with prejudice and fear, Saltires and Lions Rampant, Clan badges, haggis, Auld Lang Syne And a...  Read More
Nov. 29, 2012 3:41 am
The heart, what is the heart? And what if it is merely a blood regulator And not that fabled barometer of longing? Home is where you find it, On a bus, On a park bench, In an open mind. I often find it speeding past at 70 mph, Towns where I have been, Places and people I am heading towards, Or away from. More often than not, It is in my gut, Longing for that company, That human...  Read More
Nov. 26, 2012 12:10 pm
I've seen those proud sorts, Braziers lit, Warming calloused hands in The Bowery, Singing gospel in Washington Square, I've seen the same on my own shores, Boys who will never see work, 3rd generation unemployed, Hard eyed lassies pushing prams, Smoking cigarettes and hoping For a holiday on loan-sharked dough. Bad news, pards, Bad news, On the streets of Tyneside, Washington...  Read More
Nov. 21, 2012 3:08 am
The names became colours, Fast food outlet night owls with paranoid slits for eyes, Dionn berating those poor folk in racial slurs, Destined for the gutter reaches of here And there Thousands of light years from a notion of home, Far, far worse off than I'd ever thought I'd be, Destitute, hopeless in the drowning rain, Unrelenting weather mocking my odd fates, Casting aspersions on my...  Read More
Nov. 19, 2012 10:59 am
Staged withdrawal. Increments of frozen sweat-soaked afternoons. Interminable migraines. Halos of neon distortion and over-loud crockery in an overladen sink. Detritus, both of the human and inanimate variety. Hard to tell them apart, as another long, unrelentingly grey day unfolds. Silence becomes an unbearable white noise, leavened with periods of utter dread. The impending doom of nothingness....  Read More
Nov. 4, 2012 5:27 am
My love is tense sometimes, Stomach a-flutter, Hidden in rhymes, Furious as a camera shutter My love takes me to places, Where names have no meaning, Hidden in traces, Laden with feeling, But always, always, ALIVE!  Read More
Nov. 1, 2012 7:13 am
The faces kooky hand-to-mouth, halloween costumed to the max, though wearing the shroud of death, they carry it lightly, for it is only a cloak, a flag of convenience, I myself am Mephistopheles, A man in a suit, A conniver, A convincer, Nick Lowe's doppelgänger stares through beer goggles. And then the dance, Hymens forever virginal, Testosterone stayed, Stilled, cut-off moments, ...  Read More
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