In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Author: Rogan Wolf

  • Moving House

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      If my house were moving I’d run outside for safety. But what if outside were moving, too ? What if nothing is not moving, but all and everywhere, all the time, is being replaced by something radically new at a speed forever accelerating, already break-neck ? There’s no house left, no world – only…

  • Just Words

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    Forced to witness and live, day after day, this nation’s fraught and inept and demented progress towards Brexit – the unforgiveable false step, waste and wanton irrelevance of it, the tedium, obsessive delinquency, delusion, shame, the sheer disgraceful wrong and disaster of it – I retreat into words, not just for some slight relief, but…

  • The Lie is Many-Headed

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  • A Change in the Atlantic

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  • More on Winter

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  • Four Haiku for the Winter

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  • One Reasonable Way

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      One reasonable way to weigh God’s Creation is to stand at night in open space and look upwards.   Infinite dark vastness beyond measure made effectively of nothing.   Scattered like dust through this archway of nothing you see pin-points of light called stars.   But these, you learn, although substantive, are also dead,…

  • Poems in Public

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    Poetry once belonged only in open space – the mead hall by a great fire, where flea-bitten warriors sat at table with their lord ; or a place of worship or ceremony, the wedding, the funeral. Not in private, on paper, let alone on screen. Poetry belonged in the air between people, out loud. Accordingly,…