Miranda Threlfall-Holmes

It’s astonishing how the image  Of a few balanced stones Has come to be our icon Of tranquillity, serenity, calm. It sel...

When the shit hits the fan, When the bullshit bingo is over, When you can only smell steaming piles of horseshit, Wheel a barrow into t...

The second in a series of poems that I wrote whilst on retreat, undertaking the first stage of the Spiritual Exercises, at St Beuno's ea...

There is no greater awkward joy Than to celebrate communion one-handed, Clasping a child in your other arm. Feeling its smal...