The Argument

From the April 2007 Print Edition

Our priest exulted, “How wonderful His ways,” then climbed his pulpit’s Calvary. The tide, lit by the after-dawn had brimmed the bay’s calm space, reflecting light on the roof inside. What boy, by a choir-loft window, could resist turning to look? A seal swam round a trawler . . . . Continue Reading »

Hot Spell

From the March 2005 Print Edition

O sun, old alchemist, you’ve set us wrong. Heat grips the land; the ditch-cut where the stand of alders sipped is dry. Your brassy gong has summoned dust from Africa and dancing decks have sprung beyond the town so nights bring shadows through the fields to trysts in lands. Kitchens are like . . . . Continue Reading »