Time shifts and slides sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes black, sometimes white, sometimes red Nine short months a howling wilderness in distance travelled, like a refugee, waiting for something to happen, a death or a birth Dark frontiers must be…
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Despite huge demand, I am using this opportunity to present you with an excerpt from the Alternative Carol Service at St Augustine’s Church in Norwich. We like to intersperse the carols and readings with figments of our imagination – in this…
I slip into sleep but the conversation continues The word that was in the beginning changes in my absence: to me it sounds the same, and the story unfolds The difference may be subtle or not: the level of sound…
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