Breaking news. She stood tall  and they said  to condemn her  name, steal her country and rights is not profane nor racist nor rude or violent. ——————— Changing values creating new enemies that are  shadows and  placing vulnerable children in violent and in abusive  violating places while  ——————- fearing the hammering, on the thin protecting… Continue reading Breaking News

It was Mary Magdalene’s face that caught my eye, giggling around the camp fire, leading the line of dancing laughing women and men as Jesus and others sang the rhythm. Jesus sang their happiness and threaded through tender touches of words  of love and generosity, taught afresh their humanity. ———————— He sang through the streets, … Continue reading Jesus sings Baritone.

I remember growing up  and looking up as he towered over me cared for me and loved me It was not his fault that he was  left handed. Keck handed the schools said, as they tied his hand behind his back and bade him use their right hand. ———————– The righting, in front of peers… Continue reading He was my Brother

The tears trickled and she held her head in deep  darkling dread, her shrunken self hardly visible under bloody bindings. ——————– The stinging pain of the lash and the blood churning brutality of her tormentors tempering hatred with terror. ——————– ‘Why curse me with the courage to counter them? Look, I’m just a bag of… Continue reading 50 NOW AND 50 LATER

For Richard and Nazanin They will starve, the world watching His skin bruised by the years of Loneliness and deprivation Of his family. ———————– Her song of a deathly fast  To cry for freedom and To be with her loved ones To walk to the park and Play on the swings with her  Beautiful beloved… Continue reading Richard and Nazanin

The boy stood on the burning deck sun scorching skin and salt seared lips, and still she stood and still he searched til a shocking shout, “Bloody hell!” “We’ve found them!”  ——————————— An ark of horror, a wallowing craft sinking slowly, and bodies bobbing  and cherished children, and wounded women,  wracked and weary, staring in… Continue reading Bodies in the Waves.

The blackbird sang his troubled song so loud and urgent – Calling calling. Where is his brown beauty? Was she the one we found flown her body to rest near the Holy one? And his cry goes on and his tender tearless eyes search for his beloved in vain.

Above,  the blue sky stretches while trees in winter greens sleep quietly and long ago souls watch the ice crystals craze the boughs, and shadows lengthen revealing an artist’s palette  of sugary earth and autumn browns; And under the rotting foliage faithful creatures hide sheltering from the biting cold. ——————— The earth breathes again as… Continue reading Old Souls

Climate Change Blues The oil, the machine,  the plastic, motors, petrol, aeroplanes, coal fires, palm oil, synthetics,  acid rain, and deforestation were not the problem ever because it was you and me, man. ————— We stopped nurturing the earth silenced the niggling voices sought the highest prices and sold so many species short. They spoke, clearly… Continue reading Climate Change Blues