Thomas April 16, 2017 the wound tasted of iron, old blood, pain; but still.. the eyes so changed, keen, clear, cold; not him.. said "Thomas" shook my shoulder, smiled again, I knew him then. END
Nativity Play December 13, 2024 Written as a performance piece for a school or congregation. This short play is partnered with the Passion play also published in this blog Read more
April 2019: Love Song April 13, 2019 I wake to hear the ring dove coo now weaving now their love-me song Dream low High ceiling colours green and ultra violet slowly move in thin cold air Float by Read more