Filmmakers Wanted

      And so, I am now part of a company, i9Films, that aims to help filmmakers find a worldwide audience and audiences find world cinema. We are currently seeking to build our catalogue for the site, so if you or someone you know is a filmmaker, please take a look. We want to…

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Dead Poets Society

I love this movie and this scene is such a beautiful encapsulation of my faith:

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A Raven & A Cross

Eyes as old as the ages, wisdom buried deep in lines carved there, Wings burnt as ashes, carried on the wind. Strength as old as the ages, in steel beak and arcing talons gripped. – Across the field of golden honey, a shadow in its flight, She watches you soar to distant horizons, then return,…

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Try Darkly

I broke a window It smiled with jagged grief and the hole swallowed me up The darkness around you held me more than your eyes more than the stares of strangers Each passing moment weighing heavily The second hand falling the minute hand following pulled by that weight The darkness deepened and your eyes dimmed…

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A Good Cry

God, unwilling, has given this day, a mind at mercy, skies ashen grey, What is your hope for the forthcoming dawn? She cries, she is the sea, the ships have moved on.  – God, unwilling, has given this day, Greenlighted for misery, the innocent pray, For what is the hope for a truth that lies…

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Mist

Have you seen the pale blue mist, walked the golden pond, have you touched the red night gale, tamed the siege that comes at dawn? – Have you blocked out the light, let darkness take it’s hold, have you opened up your mind, let spirits taste your soul? – Neither have I.

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Of Her Whisper (excerpt)

 She likes the rain. Not that she has told me so, but I have noticed her expression; eyes widening slightly at the first suggested pitter-pat, then her mouth broadening in a smile at the full blossoming of the promise and the steady drum of the fall against the window. The window, its large plate-glass with…

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Second Cup

Look at my hands aged by this water, Look at my mind, wrinkled by time, Look at my soul fresh as the morning, Look at my coffee, cost me some dimes, (And love cost me nothing, but all that I had) If you come back, I’ll tell you I’m sorry, If you come back, you’ll…

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Hugh’s Cherry Post

I’m entering this mostly blind. I’m a cautious person by nature, but I’m neither very good at research, nor at taking advice. And so I’m just wading in. How does one start a blog? Do I tell you a little about myself? Or is that something you’re meant to discover along the way – the…

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