Of four infernal rivers that disgorge. Into the burning Lake their baleful streams Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate, Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, nam’d of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon Whose … Continue reading →

As for the river, it just kept moving, as river do–as rivers do. Under the logs, the body of the young Canadian moved with the river, which jostled him to and fro–to and fro. If, at this moment in time … Continue reading →

Ema went to the river to wash her baby. She sat on a rock with her feet in the water, beyond the place where the children played. The tepid, roundabout flow wet her skin. She cupped a few drops in … Continue reading →

Come on, people, come on, children Come on down to the glory river. Gonna wash you up, and wash you down, Gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down. I got fury in my soul, fury’s gonna take … Continue reading →

Can’t hear with bawk of bats, all the liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won’t moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. […] Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! … Continue reading →

Winter brings the sound of water gushing below low points in the suburban streets and shopping parades as the streams that rise on Scarp swell and are channelled beneath Edgware, Pinner or Ruislip and flow towards their confluence with two … Continue reading →

The Clitterhouse Brook gushed from a concrete pipe and flowed beneath the North Circular to make its confluence with the River Brent on the far side of the road near Brent Cross Shopping Centre. It was a majestic sight to … Continue reading →