Prose – Letters and Faith

By Bill Pugh  On a weekday afternoon, I sometimes hear the periodic squeak of brakes coming along the street. Mark, our postie, on his motor cycle, is delivering the mail. We pause for a chat and he hands over the mail.

Prose – Ladders and Faith

By Bill Pugh When we were kids, five of us, four boys and a sister, our backyard was a special place. In summer we played test cricket, a few neighbours in the team. In winter we kicked the football around.

Poem – WALKING THE LABYRINTH WITH THE WHOLE CREATION

By Rev John Cranmer Here is a walking the Dunkeld Labyrinth with the whole Creation context by mountain sun sky trees a white-blueness — a multi-variant-greenness a red-tinged-brownness mirrored-together in gently

Poem – THE YEAST AND THE DOUGH

By Rev John Cranmer  Welcome compatriots ALL to the ambivalent joy of being a bubbling-fermenting opening-up presence for the whole of life and human-civilization Come fly-wild on the wings of our frenetically-in-actio

Poem – A SILENCE BEYOND THOUGHT

By Rev John Cranmer  come find those silences between the words that minds speak to themselves as they tread sharp-edges of aloneness here release the mind from its frenetic-yabberings screamed-out in the darkness of it

Poem – The Lonely

Central Australia Desert – ‘Hand Drawn with Mouse’ Digital Art 2002 by Margaret Gambold.   By Margaret Gambold Lonely corridors they walk, defeated, the world’s lonely.