Magi Gibson: Washing Hugh MacDiarmid’s Socks
WASHING HUGH MACDIARMID’S SOCKS Late at night, long after she has tucked his child in bed, lied to the ‘little scone’ he’ll see his daddy soon, she scribbles letters with a borrowed pen, a broken pencil stub. In the ghost-filled kitchen of her Cornwall birth she begs stamps from her scowling aunts, sends letters like […]