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Proclamation

Good Friday coming up: we have to get by and through it to get to Easter Sunday, through pain and grief before we get to a brilliant sunrise and joy … PROCLAMATION this is the day God made at midnight … Continue reading

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In Spring

In the Northern Hemisphere it’s the time when farmers are out there ploughing, sewing, hoping for a year of good crops … children are on the run, with nature explosive with new growth … excitement … IN SPRING the child … Continue reading

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Moving On

The year moves on as earth turns, and we travel into Spring, winter plans hopefully long completed, and we’re looking forward to a long stretch of summer relaxation … MOVING ON he moved his workshop – tools and sawdust                             lathe … Continue reading

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Lucerne Street Notebook

I’ve been remembering the village I grew up in on the North Downs of Kent, walking up the road, re-visiting each house that I pass. I’ve used the old spelling of the village, which changed while I was in my … Continue reading

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Outside the Royal Theatre

Sometimes the contrasts in life are so strong, between laughter and sadness, rich and poor, bright and dull, day and night … OUTSIDE THE ROYAL laughter exits theatre                         jostles silk   wool suits smoked lips   mascara scarlet nails a man sits … Continue reading

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Firstlings

I’m experimenting with a new form these days, an Adnomination: in which you take a morpheme (a root meaning that is shared by many words) and use it in multiple ways. For instance the word ‘time’ which exists as its … Continue reading

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Not Alone

Ash Wednesday:  we head into Lent, the season of introspection, also of looking outward at the suffering of the world, and trying to help … NOT ALONE no well-beaten track through this empty land                 no imprints of feet or bent … Continue reading

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