Advent Poems 7: Sycamores at Tulse Hill Station, by Christopher North

Sycamores at Tulse Hill Station The long platform is full. The Sycamores beyond the chain link are moving in … More

Advent Poems 6: An Arab Shepherd is Searching for His Goat on Mount Zion

An Arab Shepherd is Searching for His Goat on Mount Zion An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on … More

Final Notations it will not be simple, it will not be long it will take little time, it will … More

A Little Bit About the Soul A soul is something we have every now and then. Nobody has one all … More

In a Time of Peace Inhabitant of earth for fortysomething years I once found myself in a peaceful country. … More

Old Folks Laugh They have spent their content of simpering, holding their lips this and that way, winding … More

Annunciation I was alone at the well. I was doused in shadow and in deed. My yoke lay … More

Tomorrow is Sunday 1st December, the start of Advent. Each day during December I am going to post a … More

An Angel His people spoke to our people, contracts were exchanged, and the gig was on. Hush hush, … More

Herod With Wikileaks in the headlines you could say the timing was perfect. Three Iraqi profs … More

Mary At first a fluttering then a kick, his fist pummelling my ribcage when I knelt to pray. They … More

Joseph They say there are signs. Not with her. I’m no professor but neither am I stupid. … More

Mary At first a fluttering then a kick, his fist pummelling my ribcage when I knelt to pray. They … More