Through The Static

The Ice Maiden

She knew the names they called her. Never to her face, but muttered and whispered. The more waspish in the harbour called her “uncan” - meaning “from…

Feb 3

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January 2026

Welcome

Welcome to a new adventure for me, my own Substack.

Jan 13

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THE WORD – ACCORDING TO JOHN

Oh, mortal man, if only you knew the Word as we do. The Word presides over time and is not constrained by it. He is the Logos, the divine word, the…

Jan 13

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DARK WATER

Black as ink the lake extends. As still as night it sits. Low grey clouds obscure the sun. Colour is reduced, greyness wins. Its cold tentacles enfold…

Jan 13

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January 2021

Wind

It can only be heard or felt.

Jan 24, 2021

Confessions of a non-conformist Poet

Dear Reader.

Jan 3, 2021

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November 2020

The Christmas Present

Before time even ticked it’s first The Word was there.

Nov 29, 2020

July 2020

The Watcher – Revisited

I spend my life plying my trade

Jul 5, 2020

May 2020

Faith – like a child

Having the faith of a child does not mean it is simplistic.

May 3, 2020

March 2020

Two Sentences

The college car park was unusually full for an evening,

Mar 11, 2020

December 2019

You Are Unique

You are not a mistake, an accident...

Dec 8, 2019

September 2019

The Observer

Even though I am surrounded by noise, singing and praise,

Sep 27, 2019