number

Poem: ‘All is Number’

All is Number If the late afternoon light is beautiful but God’s not behind it then my mind is just classifying; if the late afternoon light is beautiful and God designed it, it’s a blessing and a deep unknowable well: light seems a word beyond metaphor — a wave and a particle neither wave nor … Read more

Fragment Number 64

It was Saturday morning. Maher was lying in bed. He had just woken up. It was early yet, before eight he could tell. When he had been a much younger man, he had been able to lie in for hours on end but ever since he had passed 30, which was almost twenty years ago … Read more