I wrote this poem-cum-rant some years back having been somewhat insultingly condescended to by a well-meaning but profoundly insensitive Christian when talking about my depression, an illness I have fought unstintingly since childhood. Since then I have been in many disputes with evangelical and 'born-again' Christians who cannot understand how anybody could disagree with their … Continue reading A Sermon Against Sermonisers

When God plays his fiddleWe dance to his tune,From noon till midnight,From midnight till noon. When God plays his fiddleThe music he playsWill make the world danceto the end of its days. When God plays his fiddleWith its bitter sweet-tone,We all dance together,We all dance alone. When God plays his fiddle,We both laugh and weep;We … Continue reading When God Plays His Fiddle…