Snake
By D. H. Lawrence A snake came to my water-troughOn a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob treeI came down the steps with my pitcherAnd must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before…
Bread and cheese
a memory of Van Gogh by Anton Kerssemakers, found in “Van Gogh: a self portrait, letters revealing his life as a painter, selected by W.H. Auden” In those days he was starving like a true Bohemian, and more than once it happened that he did not see meat (for the purpose of eating) for six…
Here I am
Isaiah 58:5-10Is such the fast that I choose, a day to humble oneself? Is it to bow down the head like a bulrush, and to lie in sackcloth and ashes? Will you call this a fast, a day acceptable to the Lord? Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of…
Edge of Atlantic 