Arts Articles


27 May 2021 | by Angela Arnold

'The words lined up nicely – didn’t they just.' | by Patrick Fore on Unsplash

The words lined up nicely – didn’t they just. Big and small, banging their pans till their echoes rattled in my tight chest, their once-, twice-swallowed meaning doing its level best to squeeze clear of the Light, into the light of day: my throat just a handy device, a dispenser,...

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On Reading the Book of Ezekiel in a Quaker Meeting

20 May 2021 | by Stephen Yeo


Foreseen, told in the name of One not (yet) born again, jealous, importunate God landlord of His People: Israel has no need or want to wander, will have found a plot to till and tell in less than honeyed words commanded, script in stone, covenanted, their ark, their brood, all...

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In Meeting

13 May 2021 | by Kathleen Bell

Photo by NordWood Themes on Unsplash |

We sat together in the white-walled room where no one spoke. God didn’t happen. I shuffled, stared at the carpet, wanted a crack in the silence, words, something to change. The shopping list in my mind said soap, potatoes, jam, then went askew adding things that weren’t for...

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The minute was good enough

06 May 2021 | by Dana Littlepage Smith

Photo: A set of shackles used in the Middle Passage slave route from Africa to the Americas |

Yet what of that time can be explained? Are we engaged or are we looking away? Can we expunge her eyes as she looked back from the boat shipping her to Barbados without husband, friend or child? Sweet Parthenia did you have faith in us, the unborn, friends to go...

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Remarks on colour

29 April 2021 | by Jonathan Wooding | 1 comment

'Nobody knows the colours I’ve seen.' |

for Graham Shaw, author of ‘God in our Hands’ See! Our bio pod, the Earth, compendium of hot colour, all tricked out in oriflamme, in indigo, in ruby, its spinach-green grasses, jasper soils, its verdigris, their slow-burn insouciance, their flair.

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‘I learned: Trespass’

22 April 2021 | by Dana Littlepage Smith

'I learned a silent green weaves its way through the rising and the falling of all things.' | by Mandy Naleli on Unsplash

I learned there was not always this crack guttering through the meadowlands of days, through our restless minds and bodies. I learned the welfare state once meant the right to forage hazelnuts in leaf litter, chanterelle and roots…

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Changes and chances / this fleeting world

01 April 2021 | by Barbara Davey

'Later, there’ll be crumbs and chat and bacon rind. Such are my companions now.' |

I Post-equinox, the light inside is different now. A frieze of hornbeam hedge in silhouette illuminates the dining room’s dim wall and casement astragals ascend the stairs. I read that if light could curve it would not cast shadows, gifting us this black and white, alongside uncertainty and haze....

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Parliament of fowls

18 March 2021 | by Jonathan Wooding

'Inaudible as force, a blackbird descends' | by Alfred Kenneally on Unsplash

Inaudible as force, a blackbird descends – she’s charred sky-chaff, (I want to say) incombustible. Winter’s bonfire’s out for this blank bird,

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Covid Life

11 February 2021 | by Flo Jubb

'The world of worry. The bubble of belonging.' | Wesley McLachlan on Unsplash

The shed of shielding The igloo of isolation The desert of distance The street of space The sea of sorrow The lagoon of loneliness The world of worry The bubble of belonging The hill of hope The field of friendship

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The Scholar at Cuddesdon

04 February 2021 | by Jonathan Wooding | 1 comment

'God counting all my travails and troubles, storing them in some sort of jar...' |

I take God out of the dictionary and listen to G-d’s breathlessness. There are claims that God’s vocation is to tell of flittings.

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