The Eve Before the Feast
This poem was inspired by watching “Carols from Kings”, conducted without a congregation, during lockdown. It made me think about how strange it felt to see these acts of worship taking place in empty buildings.The…
Year: 2021
Autumn Adventures – First of Autumn: 04
No, Greg had not been eaten. As a matter of fact, he was about to find out that his frog had been named well and really was lucky. About a couple of minutes before they…
The Tash Files – Chapter 19 – Trumpkin 1
My Dear Pyrrho, The report that I just received from you can’t be correct. I refuse to believe it. I mean really, I just knew that you’d pull a dumb unrealistic joke like this when…
Susan of Narnia: Remembering (The Eighth Chronicle of Narnia) – Chapter Nine: The Rings
It was too cold to be outside, but Susan needed the fresh air, so, carrying everything she had of Narnia (the box of rings and the compact mirror), Susan took a blanket and sat in…
How Mere Christianity Made Me a Catholic
For many years now, the main rival to Catholicism for me has been the concept of “mere Christianity” articulated by C. S. Lewis. Lewis’ most famous explanation of the subject is, of course, in his…
Jurassic World Review
It’s been years since the initial disaster of Jurassic Park on Isla Nublar. Now, thanks to Simon Masrani, the park has finally come under control and is a popular attraction for families all over the…
Autumn Adventures – The First of Autumn: 03
“Please tell me you’re not feeling sorry for these kids, Gerling.” Acheson groaned. “What? I can’t help it. These kids just found a portal in their backyard leading to our world, and then they get…
The Tash Files – Chapter 18 – Dr. Cornelius
My Dear Quisling, Is the report I just received correct? I really don’t understand how it could be because I’ve spent the last millennia and a few centuries grooming the vermin in the Enemy’s chosen…
Susan of Narnia: Remembering (The Eighth Chronicle of Narnia) – Chapter Eight: The Dinner
On the day of the funeral, eight caskets were lowered into the church cemetery—Eustace’s parents had their son cremated and his ashes put in a jar so that they could always keep him close by.…
Limping Pilgrims
These limping pilgrims, weary, wounded, maimed, even. Yet heading homeward, leaning on sticks and each other. And each step of the way leads to new wounds, fresh blood. Mind, body, spirit – all assailed by…