(I am very aware that this is a picture of the underground, not the overground and I’m sorry.) Sweaty days didn’t lend a hand to Ellie Hackett’s style. Some girls thrived in the hot weather with their flouncy playsuits, sunglasses and long smooth legs. There were a hundred and one reasons why Ellie preferred the …
I think of this summer – this first uni summer – in terms of three phases: Egypt pt1, England and Egypt pt 2. Each part was about a month. The two Egypt parts were very similar. They were full of good books, much thinking, good conversations with family, trying to study, staying up late reading …
Inspired by Chesterton’s ‘Orthodoxy,’ Tozers’ ‘Knowledge of the Holy’ and some great conversations with a friend, Christine, to whom this poem is dedicated, because her adoration for creator and creation alike have helped stir up the same in me. Oh! That you would fashion your art mindfully of me Making it predictable, with the possibility …
Do they have some quarrel with me My hip bones Is that why they turn to lead And leave me tossing and turning in bed Why do they feel like knives driving their way into my mattress Why does my mattress feel like it’s driving right back into me? Is there animosity there towards me …
Inspired by a conversation had with siblings while doing chores in the kitchen. While the resulting conclusions are my personal ones, the credit for the developing thoughts and the impetus of discussion is theirs. One cannot dig half a hole. You can only have a whole hole. For any amount of digging creates a hole, …
I never knew Judy Only the trail she left behind A son and husband always lost Them and a daughter, a gentle kind I can see Judy in their like When I hug her daughter so sure, full of grace I never knew Judy But her picture’s in the space I keep tripping over gaps …
Table of Contents 1 It was happening again. Loud wailing sirens projected auditory discord into the bare, dirty corridors of Earnsweep Upper School. This was the fifth time this month. Hyde knew security had been getting tighter, but had never imagined this extent. He obediently followed his classmates and teacher through the corridors, past his …
I’m working on the weird glitch with the table of contents – bear with. Enjoy a story in the meantime! Table of Contents 1 The sun shone annoyingly in his eyes as it rose behind the neat row of brick houses, backing onto a small woods, one of the few remaining green spots in the …
A rose by any other name,well it would smell quite as sweet,but is the same truth quite as trueabout the words we say and speak?A reprimand can be dressed upas a compliment in disguise;a statement is only beautifulIn the beholder’s eyes.Or ears!But the thing about the roses is,their beauty mask of blooming petals,the lusty leaves …
