In the name of the Father
Christianity will inevitably outlive the Anglican Church, it’s just a surprising state of affairs in which the Church has outlived its own Christianity.
The Messenger - a poem by S D Wickett
The Messenger is a poem written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.
Through the Nebula Rift - a poem by S D Wickett
Through the Nebula Rift is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.
Avalon - a poem by S D Wickett
Avalon is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.
In the Tall Grass - a poem by S D Wickett
In the Tall Grass is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.
A world without Roger Scruton, three years on
The law, order, civility and tranquility that defined the England of his youth is not only gone, but its grave has been desecrated.
A formative experience with modern art
Beauty is declared irrelevant by those incapable of creating it. It is decried as a white man’s jingoistic fantasy, rather than what it truly is: food for the human spirit.
These Early Hours - a poem by S D Wickett
These Early Hours is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.