My name is Dyson Douglas McIllwain, a Scot with a fancy for the written word. I had maintained a journal for a few years and have made an effort to rework them into several forms. However, my passions wax poetic. Robert Burns inspires and I strive to honour him through my works of reasonable rhyme.
I admire footballers, although I am well past my prime to have played worth a damn. Cinema and stage plays entertain, but a good book of classic poetry sustains.
I look forward to resurrecting my sad and sorry muse for the betterment of humanity, and falling short of that, to charm e’ery last Bonnie Lassie to within an millimeter of breathlessness.