April 2015

Old friends

Up and beyond the pile of primroses near the top of the hill I stand before my grandparents. They are 16 years apart, and sinking on one side: no flowers for them – they are strangers here. Just behind and…

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The light leaps out

I just about managed to complete my tanka series for Lent. Here are a few from the final few days. Palm Sunday on the approach to the occupied city cry hosanna not knowing how salvation might be torn from heaven Monday,…

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