Takes the biscuit….

I am redacted to the exacting standards of instagram Can I ever live up to it? The answer a short, sharp, no And I know it’s all filters and effects And not indulging in quite so many biscuits But the thing is I like biscuits and carbs, crisps, chips   And I like to think... Continue Reading →



  My soul magnifies God And my spirit leaps within me Dances for joy For God has seen me Even in my smallness I am seen I am noticed I am known And I will be known for generations to come As someone blessed by God.   She has shown me mercy Mercy that goes... Continue Reading →


Below is my response to the incredible project undertaken by students at Ripon College Cuddesdon - collecting and collating the experiences of women leaders in church - entitled 'Eva's Call'       Here are the voices Here are the stories   I’m not sure what’s worse Reading them Or not being at all surprised... Continue Reading →

Leaf Blowers

Build your fences high Privacy is key Long drives and Automated gates; Counterfeit security Or maybe veiling hate Of the unknown The overgrown The unwashed   Leaf blowers Those flame throwers Of middle-classdom Asserting power And marking territory Cleaner than pissing on the street But with all the pungency of that act That lingers in... Continue Reading →

Embalming Tradition

We’re recruiting Searching out Actively seeking A new influx of Morticians Specifically Morticians of tradition   We need some embalmers Who won’t harm us, Who won’t harm what has gone before, Who will handle it with such care That it still appears to be alive.   Agitators need not apply. No big ideas or imagination... Continue Reading →

Beatitudes Reflection [Matthew 5:1-11]

Blessed are the poor in spirit; The worn, the torn, The threadbare The barely there: Theirs is Heaven’s Commonwealth.   Blessed are those who mourn; Who carry the heavy weight of loss at all times Marked by the invisible residue of grief: They will be comforted.   Blessed are the meek; The everyday, ordinary Those... Continue Reading →


Formation Conformation Confirmation of conformity Me squeezed into a too tight, uptight, cassock shaped mould, Hold on - who am I? Without wanting to wander into the hazy dazed realms of nostalgia, I remember, I was someone else once. Formation - anaesthetising the self out of me. Habitus, If I keep doing these things, your... Continue Reading →

Mythic Mother

Handed down to me through the centuries Mythic Mother Virgin Mother Paradoxical Virginal vagina Disembodied incubator of incarnation. Assumed assumption Or maybe dormition Adoration and contrition Queen of our hearts Mother of God Our Lady Or maybe not. I can not be this mythic mother. I am fleshy and embodied I can not detach, detangle,... Continue Reading →

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