Dark Brightness

Reformed theology in times like these

Wednesday Poems

Lewis had a difficult childhood: between the early death of his mother, a staunch Anglican preparatory school (which he hated) and then the trenches. He had little bad to say about the bullies, fagging and gossip of his school: the…

Saturday Sonnet

The conceit of the ancients is that love was beyond control, instead the son of Venus, Cupid, shot you and you were ensared in love, without control. It was fate. The drama was that the noble youth and maiden were…

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I found this comment on Linkedin, of all places. It resonated. We spent a fair amount of times in obscure places on holiday. Some really worked. Some did not. We learned as much about ourselves from the ones that did…

Wednesday Poem.

Sunday Sonnet