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  • Meeting Delhi

    11th Feb 2020 by

    We drop suddenly,overtaking the ox ploughingbeside the tarmac. Heat-hit,little mascara boyswrest the bags from usbefore, bewildered and affronted,we grab them back. We overload Ambassadors,unsuited cases and rucksacksbulging, over-flowingthe gaping jaws of convoy boots. Soon, undergraduating, familiar with wallahs,wiry pedal rickshaw, then dhobiand train-calling chai,the latter like lostmisplaced rag and bone men;for now we fear for… Read more

  • Welcome

    31st Aug 2019 by

    Welcome to my blog. Look over my shoulder as I reflect… Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.

  • About Me

    31st Aug 2019 by

    My name is Stephen Kingsnorth. I am 69 and retired from ministry in the Methodist Church, with Parkinson’s Disease, living in north Wales. I am, as many, a nominee for ‘Best of the Net’ and ‘The Pushcart Prize’ this year! To retain appearance on this blog, a piece must be accepted by a publisher and/or ‘liked’ by a reader. I… Read more

  • Through the Vale

    20th Jan 2022 by

    As kid, bored, long-drawn on the tracks,the steam, soot grit, treat corridor,and hoot from loco – other sound –greaseproof as evidence of lunch,it was a sign of halfway there,the white horse, cut in hillside chalk. Excitement, fourteen days in year,for boy but half the size of that,here time and space, bridge, liminal,from city street to… Read more

  • In a Spin

    19th Jan 2022 by

    How long can normal remain new?What was for granted, drained itself?As if no record, that before?Elders have always blamed the youngas profligate, indisciplined.But what is benchmark for the norm? Without extremes, how measure mean –I reckon most are sometimes so?Do we mean mode, highest in group,or median for middle, range?But maybe all unique as setand… Read more

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