July 14, 2020 A messiah in the park It is early morning; the park is empty. She walks with a stoop and so does her dog. He’s a …
July 3, 2020 Welcome to the void And when you finally arrive - and only the smashed and broken do - there is no hope to welcome …
June 30, 2020 Every night to let go Every night to let go Of every rage and thwarted move Every past and future thing, which gather to oppress …
June 30, 2020 The Mirror and the Light reviewed In hardback, this is a big book; a physical monster. Don’t take it on holiday – it will use up …
June 23, 2020 Things fall apart? ‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre. The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; …
June 23, 2020 God’s apology It was not an apology I was expecting Like a kingfisher swoop, coming from nowhere God saying sorry to me; …
June 18, 2020 The devil laughs when a woman writes The novelist, Peggy Woodford, reviews my novel, ‘The Secret Testament of Julian’. “THE devil laughs when a woman writes: it …
June 18, 2020 Concerning the emperor’s clothes This is an open letter to anyone currently supporting the Cummings/Johnson government. And I know some. And while I’m disturbed, …
June 10, 2020 BLM…and buttercups I’m on an early morning run. I approach some buttercups in the long grass, swaying yellow in the breeze. Though …
