Posts Tagged: This Side and Beyond

Breakfast with a ghost chair

Be the Church you want

St Stephen's, Gloucester Road, London, November 2019

Walking in to a Church was so easy


One world at a time

The world would come to an end, as it always does, one world at a time.

James Marcus

Halloween, from the fear of death to life

They stand beside us even as we grieve,
The lone and left behind whom no one claimed,
Unnumbered multitudes, he lifts above
The shadow of the gibbet and the grave,
To triumph where all saints are known and named;

from All Saints a poem by Malcolm Guite for Halloween

at Burwell Museum and Windmill

Visitations – Tom Darin Liskey


I was ten
That winter night
When my brain
Burned with fever
And I lay
Dreaming awake
That you had come back
From the firmament;
An unwinged angel
Sitting at my bedside
Speaking words
That sounded like fire
In my ears.
I don’t know
If it was real anymore.
Maybe it was just yearning
To touch you once more
The way the blind read braille;
Or maybe it was just
The hot syllables of sickness
Wailing like sinners
At a tent revival
Behind my burning eyes.
But whatever it was
That night, with the snow
Beginning to fall
Your hand touched my skin
And the fever broke.

Tom Darin Liskey is a poet and a photographer
The photograph and the poem are his work

My first prayer and my first words in Kalaallisut.

Pieta by Peter Eugene Ball at the Cathedral and Parish Church of the Blessed Virgin Mary – Southwell Minster

Transitus Mariae – The Crossing Over of Mary

Shine as a star and call me to the shore.

Chapelle Notre Dame de Bon Port, Saint-Valery-en-Caux
vitraux André-Louis Pierre

Où serais-je sans mon père ?

Mon père est mort il y a 4 ans aujourd’hui, quelle est sa présence aux jours d’aujourd’hui ? Quels sont les fruits de cette relation père – fille ?
Elle forme un élément important de presque tout ce que je fais. Aux féministes qui en veulent aux hommes, je suis souvent tentée de dire « Où serais-je sans mon père ? »
Je le remercie de la confiance et du respect que j’éprouve pour les hommes, pour mes nombreux amis, pour la joie de voir mes fils grandir.

Moscow, 1979

Remember us -22 July 2011 attack in Oslo and Utøya