three hares

I've been searching for something spiritually nourishing during the Covid lock-down and alighted on Dietrich Bonhoeffer 's Letter an...

There are voices. Some stand over you: Uncle Sam pointing his finger (the ‘oughts’). The godlike voice of the headmaster, ‘You boy!’...

Look perpendicular: not across but down , straight down. Your gaze will pierce the incessant flow (by the crashing weir). By ...

Slow canal shimmers, curves, dives to weir: crush, uprush, turbulence and change.

Greeted by rowan holding their improbable berries like baskets.

Cars ford the stream. Disproving Heraclitus, a kite pipes and I snooze.

Even with the cavalry snorting, and the sparks flying as the zealots at dawn make the dust rise as they pass through the midst of the ho...