Earplugs Some mornings  I wake up, find them pressed into my hair, dangling like two small clumps of snow on the ears of a cocker spaniel. I’d like to ask him upstairs as he enters his flat, to please switch off your gristly cough and mute your feet. I know silence, I held it in my hands once: a one-sided 7” single – so blasphemous … Continue reading Two poems by Stuart Mckenzie