Son Rise
There was a time, when rock bottom was real, and all I could say was ‘help’ But the Son rose again for such times and with Him I found hope.
‘Life is Like A Box of Chocolates’
I love that moment when I unwrap a box of chocolates. Picking away at the frustratingly sticky cellophane, until I find an edge to tear it properly open. There’s that …
2. After the Porch
After the Porch… Six months of gurning. Six months of face-twisting sipping as I slowly acclimatised to sugarless tea and coffee. Through embittered lips I’d send fierce thought arrows to …
1. From Saint to Sinner
February. Mid Margaret Thatcher years. Sometime during a February night when today became tomorrow and I’m out alone under a starless sky in the middle of an East Midlands village. …