Articles by Stephen Kingsnorth

Poem

Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales, UK, from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies.

"...my spirit thrashed through sweat and dreams..."

"...I travelled greater distances..."

"...I always introduce myself..."

"...without cash prize or laughter raised..."

"...I would meet not wings or haloes, but true messengers of God..."

"...the wallet slipped, worn-leather shine, is soon binned skip, of no account..."

"...we traded jokes, paraded skills..."

"...all day is worked to sunset strip..."

"...the major tear-off bit attached, doctor’s scribble, notorious..."

"...though most their lads had Nam and eggs..."

"...Pale sunshine may give way to rain..."

"...where heather bushed in purple rug..."

"...we know this suspect from the news..."

"...searching both for inner and for outer ways..."

"...beg to hear her, or impress the point..."

"...so damp air driving season’s cost..."

"...thank God for vinegar preserve..."

"...The lesson had been clearly taught..."

"...farmer’s toil in soil, and miller’s grinding at the wheel..."

"...Imagine, me, reading your words..."

"...How dare these petals risk the sharps..."

"...this mask should not replace her face..."

"...nugget of living gold..."

"...because, on course, they all were bad..."

"...I’m told that change is all around..."

"...trundling train tracks flimsy girders, river bridge..."

"...tadpoles, toads and newts nearby..."

"For years it was a briar patch..."

"...I stall to scan those sweetmeat plates..."