On this blog page you will find the work submitted over the course of the 2020 Quarantine Lockdown. It is a way of stay connected through our creativity, even whilst we have to be in isolation. Feel free to give constructive and supportive feedback through the comments section.
EASTER LETTERS: SUNDAY
MARY MAGDALENE Peter, We have not always seen eye to eye, you and me. You are the leader amongst Jesus followers, I respect that, and all I ask is that you offer me the same. Do not dismiss me or my testimony, or roll your eyes, making out that I speak nonsense when others speak…
EASTER LETTERS: SATURDAY
A SOLDIER Dear Alex, My friend, what a night I am having. I just can’t get to sleep. It’s four in the morning and I’m still wide awake. All I can think about is what happened on my shift today. I know I’ve got a job to do and orders to obey, but yesterday was…
EASTER LETTERS: FRIDAY
PILATE My brother, It has been a long time since I have written to you last. You must excuse me, you have always been a mentor to me and I mean you no disservice. The situation here in Judea remains on a knife edge. Treachery lurks around every corner, and we have been locked into…
EASTER LETTERS: THURSDAY
JUDAS To the head of covert operations in Judea, Dear sir, it has come to my attention that a plot is afoot to have Jesus arrested when he attends the Temple during high Festival. I urge you not to go ahead with this plan. You are surly aware that the heretic holds a high regard…
Cnoc Na Sidhe (Hill of Peace)
After the death of my wife I decided to roam As too many memories lurked in me home.Carrying all in a bag on my backI headed up north, seeking untrodden tracks.And up in the hills of bleak Wester Ross Tried coming to terms with my anguish and loss.Clouds falling towards me, thick mist below, Wandering…
Black Music Matters: Is Change Going to Come
Black music has been the soundtrack to my life. It is the gift that keeps on giving. Like whisky it matures with age. It resonates even deeper now in today’s post truth world just as much as it did in the 1960s and 70s when the protest song and socially conscious lyrics were more common. …
Beware What Lurks in the Shadows…
The creature crept around the shadows of the looming, granite buildings. Teeth gleaming in the moonlight, pointed blades of terror, steady, ready to slice into a soft, juicy piece of flesh. Its claws, long, with decaying flesh and dried blood compacted underneath it serrated nails, delicately tear apart flesh from bone in one movement, can…
Come Rest in My Care
The life of a chair is seen in waiting Unmoving and complaint free it stands Hoping to give you comfort at least once a day For service is the single purpose of a chair But doing nothing is just time spent waiting. Your weight is unimportant to your chair. It waits, ready, to bear that…
One
Whatever derogative name you call me Whatever bad feelings you harbour for me It won’t stop my humanity and solidarity. Being of mixed race myself I was brought up in a multicultural household. Acceptance, kindness and respect for others Was deeply instilled in me. I have a mixture of friends from all walks of life…
Between The Seasons
Between the seasons of autumn and winter Where fragrant rot And preservative frost Mingle with the mist When the fringes of nocturne sweep But give time out for last minute preparations Hibernation yawns comfort The long rest appeals to some But for others – Throaty coughs and sore joints The transition to lesser light And…
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The Bugle 