Tag Archives: Advent
Madonna of the Penultimate Train
Not the last train, the one before. Packed, but not rowdy. Not teetering, precariously, on the border between alcoholic hilarity and boozed belligerence, like the last train of the night. The seats are arranged in fours. Rows of two-seats-facing-two-seats running … Continue reading
A winter’s Eve, on the train
Her hair is glossy-pale. Slicked across her head into a neat ponytail with a hint of a curl at the end. Part blonde, part blue, pale blue. Colours of a clear winter’s sky on the eastern horizon, seconds after the … Continue reading
The tolling of the iron bell*
The faithful have been called to their knees. Odd, isn’t it, kneeling? But if nothing else, it concentrates the mind, ready for hearing softly spoken spells. It’s the fourth Sunday of Advent, our fourth Mass (yes, I’m with the atheist**), … Continue reading
A taste for varnished wood. Thoughts of a ‘resting’ one on going back to Mass
‘I’d like to try Advent and see what it’s like.’ Odd words from a committed agnostic. Even odder when it’s Sunday morning and he’s lying in bed reading the papers. It’s the kind of comment he might come up with … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 