Medium Blog

With Walk Ministries, I am currently writing training material based on the content of Working With Released Prisoners.  As a spin-off from this, I’m posting discussion articles on Medium.

The first two are linked below – subsequent posts will follow.

The Problem with Preaching in Prison.

Why Work with Released Prisoners?adventure-ahead-arrow-66100

Book Launch Images

Some images from the launch event at Dove Church last weekend.

Jamie Hill led worship; we heard from Walk Ministries Staffers Wez and John, and from Simon Edwards, Chief Exec of Walk Ministries.

I reads a couple of passages from the Book that will appear on my YouTube channel pretty soon.


What new story shall we tell?
Pen poised, ink at hand;
A monk with his parchment,
I regard the taught softness of your skin.

Many tales are told within this frame
Hidden writing, words re-cognised,
Re-formed, thoughts realigned.
The surface ready for the shock of ink.

The stylus swoops and dips.
Clause and meaning spring to life,
The subtlety of language.
Tales are interwoven in this place;
A shared and secret grammar;
A mystery; the mastery of form.

October 2015

WTC (from ‘Ghosts’)

the magnificent skyline
seen across the bay;

the two obsidian
fingers raised in salute.

The falling figures.

The pillar of cloud and fire;
the concertina-ing floors

the shroud of dust veiling
the shame of nakedness


the storm of ash
pompeiing the
canyons of Manhattan.

Remembering –
with still-fascinated horror
the traders of the world;

a touchstone for our
generation, redefining
the bitterness and fall:
the wormwood and the gall.


Revelation 18; Lamentations 3

From the Lightning Master

I long for your return
from distant lands
where strength is sapped
and touch frozen;

Your gaze vague
with contemplation
of galactic nights
spangled above your ice
setting your homecourse.

O wing winds of light, my love,
return with storm –
instantly melt in my embrace –
your eyes deeps
where crystal heights
and depths meet.


Echo-sound the icy
ocean depths of me,
shelf, trench, reef and bar

beneath the weather
silent stillness
grades the sun-distance,
blue to black

God of Peace,
measure me,
my deeps with love.

From Lightning Master