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[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] This the day Him to remember: rising from the grave to live. This the day for all to praise Him to the...

What with all the rain and wild weather, I’ve been contemplating water nymphs, curses, three wishes and uncanny rivers birling dark peaty pools. Once...

Jenny's Giggle In The Garden By Paul McCann It was a quiet afternoon in Karmasville and Jenny heard the birds singing in the tree outside her window...

“My dog lacks the mental capacity to form criminal intent,” said Missy Johnson. This was going to be one of those days, thought Kit. He’d hoped for a...

It’s that time again When you don’t know Who you are and where you are Looking in the mirror Closing your eyes Knowing that when you open them It...

It's a folk-rite of renewal. Like many, in its original form, it is unutterably savage. This is an old poem, (2015) but I've rescued it from an old hard disk because it reminds me of the clips I saw of last night's ridiculous pre-election slanging match. Image licence Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic Image source wikipedia.org.

The initial launch lulled them into a false sense of security. They had all expected to have been thrown around the bridge, similar to pebbles in a...

I didn’t know I had a sister until it was too late. Snow muffled sound and the weight of the outside world. We didn’t have money for the electricity...

"Well, well vile shrew. You're nowt to look at and you were hard to woo. But I'll say one thing for ye, You make a mighty fine tea." "Ah! It's a big...