My brother and I used to pull down large writing pads from the shelves and he would draw a precise earth lined and squared and I would scribble bright colours over the page. We were both drawing the world from different angles.
McGuire: A thin Glaswegian man, touch giddy in the head, sometimes poet of mangled form and dirty prose, sporadic drummer, drunk grammarian, waffler, painter using crayons, lover, hater, learner, teacher, pedestrian, provocateur, wanderer, confronter of shadows, irritating whine.
Produced a collection of poetry and short stories - Riddle With Errors - and is currently writing another for release in the coming year or more.
Contact - colmcguire AT hotmail DOT com
ALL WORK FEATURED ON THIS BLOG IS UNFINISHED.