Several years ago, my Dutch nephew, who lives in the U.K and was studying theology at the time, recommended a book by a Filipino pastor. Intrigued by the title, as well as the route of the recommendation, I got hold of a copy and read it. ‘It’s OK to be…

Easter 2021 feels like an Easter as no other, doesn’t it? Yes, this time last year we were also in a pandemic, but today I think we are in a very different place than Easter 2020. I don’t mean physically, though that, for some of us, has been precisely the…

My mother’s phone call had just brought the news: My father had suffered a severe heart attack and was in hospital recovering. Emergency over, my mother had reassured me. Despite my repeated offers to come over, she insisted there was no need to make the trip from Amsterdam to Newcastle…

New York’s experience may well be a warning to us all — of what is to come in our different parts of the world: The pandemic is the ‘Great Exposer’ of the grim reality of our inequalities… Currently journalists have the crucial role of doing what good writers always do…

LINES lines grains molecules erupting into focus innermost inner most innermost parallel universes out there flipsiding see imploding effervescence layers of essence worlds awaiting in here ‘Lines’ reflects on the wonder of the physical universe: as beautiful as it is in its immensity, how incredible it is in the minuscule, and hints at the journey within — to an endless universe. First published in Genre: Urban Arts

There’s a lot of fear around. Understandably so. Fear holds us back from harm, fear waves its arms frantically in front of our faces, so we don’t walk into danger. We stay at home because we’re afraid of getting sick, of spreading the virus. …

It can’t have escaped anyone’s notice: Never in its history has social medial been so deluged with one topic! With apologies for adding to the ‘noise’, but in the interests of education and knowing your enemy, may I just say, please watch this video: Coronavirus Is Our Future | Alanna Shaikh | TEDxSMU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fqw-9yMV0sI&feature=emb_share&fbclid=IwAR3X9gg7Q7QIdxpgKW9rI3uwecV6sGkNPU4pY5j_jbWZMdMmhsuSxF4nHDI

The growl of morning traffic could just be heard on the town’s main road to Manchester. Heavy glass doors made the Roman columned foyer an effective noise barrier for the carpeted inner sanctum, where Lucy sat on her squat stool, facing the last row of 800s. She checked her watch…

Gold on green Sunlight kisses sway Freshness, affinity Absorb into my bones, yet Layered in the undergrowth A waiting Time You perplexing burden Heavy hypnotising snake Unfathomable Unfolding and unleashing Years upon seasons Generations This torrent vanishing all I know Caught in the current We are I am But not lost First published in ‘enclave’: http://enclave.entropymag.org/finalpoem-from-ann-van-wijgerden/