"Lost at the Blue Flat" -- The Scottish Exodus -- Andrewdevenney.com

The Scottish Exodus

An advert image I put on the page and sent to friends and family in email.

A front page button. Don't recall what it linked to, but amusing nonetheless.

Our friend, Matt P. McCabe, who went to Scotland for same graduate program. This was his "stern" picture.

Lost at the Blue Flat, 81 Miller Street

Andrew lost me
earlier today
sometime between noon
and 1:30
and I went home
after the gym
and made the Cheesy
Pasta and waited
for him there until
I got so hungry
waiting for him and
waiting for the gas man
and waiting to take a
shower
that I ate, bathed,
and gave up on the gas man
so when I came
out of the shower
and Andrew was home
Yelling asking
Where the hell I’d been
I realized that I’d
been lost and didn’t
even know it.
I have that sense
sometimes walking in
Glasgow that
I might be lost
but I can’t ever
be sure.
I spent my first night
here in the new flat
walking between the
rooms turning
the lights off and on
hoping I’d catch
myself by the throat
between the shadow and
the sudden light or
maybe the home
gravy my heart sopped
up before I left
would leave a Hansel-
Gretel trail.
I should be smarter
now
getting older.
But when you have
a cultural transplant
there are no crumbs
to follow
no year in Glasgow
like year in Provence.
There’s not even
retention medicine.
So I sit under T.
Campbell in George Square,
praying that stone
learns from stone and
that maybe because
I am warmer--
perhaps less self-important
than a statue --
that I can hang on,
life begetting life--
blood blooming to lilies.