I heard the crunch of tyres on the stony ground still, as it stopped on the grassy verge and outpoured chattering children and gathering grownups. Nearby the yapping of a small dog, running freely amongst the cars disturbing someones quiet moments, and threatening to knock over the frail taking a walk in the afternoon sunshine… Continue reading My Winter in Summer
The Virus and World Domination
A fiercesome thing is lockdown, it growls around us like a roaring wind, that tears the fabric of lives apart and turns the hope of Spring into a winter of depression, and a lesson that sows seeds in a nation that seeks to avoid exhalation of drops of a virus; that violently takes from us… Continue reading The Virus and World Domination
A childhood lost.
Their little hands reached out and touched the sensitive screen, no longer ably remembering the last time that they had been on that squishy sofa. or sat on her knee, all warm and snuggled while adults struggled with sleepy eyes, after a hilarious time running and laughing, hugging, catching until the loud chime of the… Continue reading A childhood lost.
Borders
Arbitrarily drawn, each brace is something else’s place and loss as fences are built and concrete is laid for solutions to stop intrusions, incursions and contusions for those who try. There is a body who believes in their right and might for their own bipartisan brain to build visible walls. ===================================== A golden butterfly gentled… Continue reading Borders
Death to the Precious Earthworm
Like a centipede without legs it pushes it’s way through the thick earth, unseeing, opting to avoid stones and wood that silently strew its darkling trail, chewing on Autumnal leaves, debris of long ago. Finding new ways and rising to drink from sweet spring rains, it noses its way through he roots of wonders that… Continue reading Death to the Precious Earthworm
There is no just war.
Wearing a dirty face mask she peeped over the top of the rancid rubble, her dark eyes smudged with sleeplessness and the filth of her poverty, The fear in her eyes searched the landscape filling in the gaps where friends and family had lived and now sought another sojourner in war. —– Like a trembling… Continue reading There is no just war.
The Graveyard of Climate Change
The earth shifted and a fitful groan echoed through the desertified landscape, A sheet of plastic wrapped itself languidly around a tortured thorny tree, across the sanded earth small creatures slipped between the drifting dunes and on the horizon rose a cloud, hurrying them to huddle beneath the golden ——- grains. Growing it then blotted… Continue reading The Graveyard of Climate Change
The Art of Democracy by the Autocrats.
They sit in chairs, high in office but low in morals, their tables show the capers of a paper trail that is lit by more than flames of fire, they burn with people’s lives lost to avarice, abuse of power, an alter-ego that professes and stresses while manipulating the minds —— of the electorate, to… Continue reading The Art of Democracy by the Autocrats.
St Peter.
Did you doubt Peter as you gazed at the gory crosses? Did you seek God in the moment of your terror and trial? Did you ask and find as He did that God was absent from the darkness of that pivotal day of death’s destruction? —— Was God with you on the wind whipped lake… Continue reading St Peter.
The Road to Emmaus
We were walking between fields spotted with red anemones, corn growing strong, and across the greened land the trees lifted their faces to the lowering sun and the growing dark. —– The air felt cool on our tight skin, and the sour smell of dust rose up in our footsteps with the grief in our… Continue reading The Road to Emmaus