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Neither human nature nor the order of divinity tends toward a utopia in which all are equal, and wherein there is no class hungry for even temporary...

I wasn't sure if a photo could express Ekphrastic poetry, but decided to have a go and see if it worked. Childhood is such a mystery to me,...

Buildings, far - off and grey seen across a vast field like a yellow ocean waiting to be sailed and, lying on the shore, Christina.

hear tidings of the dance as whispers hushed lightning begins the song from far proclaims wind is bringer of news afar of the storm announce the...

When writing poetry I just think I don't talk I just write. I breathe but no sound comes out Quiet is all I crave My thoughts they just flow They are...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Christ had compassion, not contempt upon a leper, ill, unkempt, He touched him – no infection passed, but for the leper, joy at last: … First, Jesus pardoned him, some sneered, ‘That’s blasphemy!’, their thinking jeered – he then healed this paralysis (– one day he’ll right all that’s amiss):

For years I groomed my children To be sensitive Well-behaved, To be like the kind of person I'd love to be. When they graduated, Hidden joys...

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Taking a turn