The Poem in Ted Lasso Season 4’s Final Episode

The Poem in Ted Lasso Season 4’s Final Episode

I want to limit any spoilers and just get straight to the point, because if you are a Ted Lasso fan, you may just be searching for the name of the poem recited during the last moments of the last episode of Season 4 (S04E10) of Apple’s Ted Lasso. You’ve...
‘Thirsty’  A Christmas poem

‘Thirsty’ A Christmas poem

Every December I work towards crafting a Christmas poem that pushes against the sanitised ‘Hallmark Christmas’ guff that fills envelopes and cliche’. Every year I return to the fragility and vulnerability of the incarnation and the chaotic commonness...
The Point of Grace – A poem

The Point of Grace – A poem

You will not perfectly possess God. Not in this life of poorly lit pathways. Besides, what would you do if you captured God? You could not tell the world, that would be prideful. You could not sell God, that would be greedy. You could not keep God, that would be...
What you have to offer –  a poetry and prose

What you have to offer – a poetry and prose

You have more to offer than an un-grieved return to your former, younger life. The world needs wisdom, yours, not winding back. Do not return to the ground laying down for the last time as a stifled soul stuck in an aged body. Endure the dark night. Heed the...
The shape-shifting love of God

The shape-shifting love of God

The steadfast and unconditional love of God is more like fluid water, than perhaps hard ice, a rock, an anchor, or some other solid metaphoric substance. Fluid seeps into cracks. It soaks in and finds its way into unseen and unsealed places. It doesn’t rust,...
Of All That Can Be Said.   A Poem

Of All That Can Be Said. A Poem

Of all that can be said of God, to attribute the word ‘controlling’ strikes me as cruel and unusual. I know “God is in control” can serve as a bandage to angst, a platitude to suffering, and cover for disappointment – but it’s...
Longings – a poem

Longings – a poem

A poet once proclaimed that the idea of God was too much for the young to grasp, that they were lacking days lived or dreams lost to carry the concept of a divine being, that the immature were more likely to mistake certainty for truth and that truth for a faith that...
Messengers – a poem

Messengers – a poem

Pay close attention to the wisdom of your body in the quiet seasons, in the waiting times, in the desert times. This is where those you had no time for, demand your attention once more. Rumi suggested you invite the unexpected visitors in for tea. Jesus suggested you...
Humility – a poem

Humility – a poem

Perhaps humility feels like this: to shut my mouth, quiet my critique, and make space for sappling and seed only time away from tallness. To leave generous gaps in the canopy of wisdom. To recall that I too remain dependent on the elements and shelter of neighbours...
Write a Poetry Collection with me in 2023

Write a Poetry Collection with me in 2023

I’m looking for 14 people who want to learn to write and publish poetry to join me in this 5-month immersive writing and publishing adventure.  All the details are here: https://poetrychapel.com/poetry-chapel-collective-experience/   Poetry Chapel...
Losing God and Cradling Grief – Podcast Interview

Losing God and Cradling Grief – Podcast Interview

I appeared on a podcast to talk about my life, faith and poetry. The NINE LIVES podcast centres around the Enneagram. (I identify as leading with the 9.)  If you are into podcasts, you might like it, especially the 2nd episode where I share honestly on some tough...
Winters Never Last – Poetry Chapel Vol 2.  Book out soon!

Winters Never Last – Poetry Chapel Vol 2. Book out soon!

The advanced copy arrived!! I’m really excited to share the first looks at the new poetry anthology! You’re going to love it!! Poems by me and @poetrychapel collective poets. Out mid June.Details for preorder and book launch team on its way soon!ISBN :...
The Rhythm of Your Day

The Rhythm of Your Day

My father cleaned offices weeknights.My mother took the weekend night shifts, as a nurse.My wife is a night owl. My teen kids too.I’m happy to get up when it’s early.I write best when the dawn breaks.That quiet morning fridge hum is the perfect companion...