Latest Novel:
'The Pure
Land'

Alan Spence, author of poetry, novels, short stories and plays, was born in Glasgow. The city's sights and sounds permeate much of his work, including his first collection of short stories, Its Colours They Are Fine. In dealing with Scottish urban life, he brings to bear a compassionate detachment. Whatever their everyday preoccupations, his characters experience sudden flashes of wonder at the mystery of existence. This theme runs through The Magic Flute, Stone Garden and Way to Go.

As a poet, Alan Spence has made zestful use of haiku in Glasgow Zen, Seasons of the Heart and Clear Light. He uses the haiku form to explore the essential paradox of life, discovering timelessness in cycles of changes, immanence in the finite, simplicity in the intricate. He has received many awards for his writing.
Alan Spence is based in Edinburgh where he and his wife run the Sri Chinmoy Meditation Centre. Contemplative meditation is at the heart of his life and the perspective derived from this practice informs all of his work. Alan is Professor in Creative Writing at the University of Aberdeen, where he is also artistic director of the annual WORD Festival.



                              Click each book cover for further information.
The Pure
Land
Clear
Light
Still
(with
Alison Watt)
The 3
Estaites
Way to Go
Stone
Garden &
other stories
Seasons of
The Heart
2006
2005
2004
2002
1998
1995
1995


Changed
Days
 
Space
Invaders

Glasgow Zen
The Magic
Flute
Sailmaker
Its Colours
They Are Fine
On the Line
(not in print)
1991
1991
1990
1990
1982
1977  

Reviews &
Awards

other links
Scottish Writers
Reflections
on Meditation
Sri Chinmoy
 
   
   scratchin maself
   ach aye
   no deid yet
          
            - Glasgow Zen
   
   kamakura buddha -
   my back straightens
   of itself

               - Clear Light
  
   summer evening -
   through the open window
   an old song

  - Seasons of the Heart
 
   this is me
   nae money nae teeth
   nae nothin

            - Glasgow Zen
 
   it's just the wind
   in my eyes, she says,
   explaining the tears

                  - Clear Light
 
  the tiny light flashes -
  a message on the machine
  he died last night

    - Seasons of The Heart


the littlest bird
sang all for me
its song was love
it set me free

sang at my birth
and at my death
it sang its song
with my last breath

the littlest bird
sang in my soul
its song was joy
it made me whole


it made me whole
it set me free
it sang its song
its song was me

- Glasgow Zen










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