Green Pastures

We, who walk now in the light of the kindly season, with astonished faces turned to the meadows’ splendour, — leading each other by the hand through the green and lovely land – for sure He will not part us. Who has made our path to lie by the cool waters, pastured us in love…

The Prayer

Three times a day, according to the iron rule, they each take their own place, and sit down around the table; unified by hate: the family. The father has whetted the knife, the children wait, white and still, The mother grips her plate as if to pulverise it with her will. A growl: and then…

Green Pastures

We, who walk now in the light of the kindly season, with astonished faces turned to the meadows’ splendour, – leading each other by the hand through the green and lovely land – for sure He will not part us. Who has made our path to lie by the cool waters, pastured us in love…

The Chain Ferry

Here at the landing stage where the ferry is the boat nudges the planking restlessly I think of him who often came with me here to the river. — How in mute content he watched as the chain ferry came and went and sometimes in those simple words of his would comment on the light,…