When Alexander (Sandy) Hutchison died in 2015 there was an understandable outpouring of grief and affection for a Scottish poet who — despite his long career — was only just beginning to become more widely known. Friends and colleagues have been working over the past few years to gather his work tog

OP: @[email protected] “Taken as a whole, reading Alexander Hutchison’s poetry is like coming across fragments of a Psalter or song-book or of North-eastern folk ditties – elegant, humorous and deft by turns – all clasped within the ragged covers of a rumbustious, medieval recipe book for everything.”

—David Kinloch on the poetry of Alexander Hutchison