Mediaeval pious in-your-face
Rite performed with a knife,
Or with a hot-iron, Paenitī re
Man might be spared like a
7-10 split in bowling; and
how's about this - scarification
has now been replaced with, yes
you guessed it (give the guy in
the front row a cigar - make it
the exploding type) benefaction;
*Warning - yielding to Paenitī re
will result in far more lasting
pain than is conferred by the
knife, or the hot iron (bet you
didn't know that, and you call
yourself a Christian?): don't
wipe the sweat off your brow just
yet - there are two 'grave' methods
to the Paenitī re Man's objections -
ashes-to-ashes as-in cremation, or
headstone as-in excuse me for not
getting up.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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