The dilettantish storm which started Maybe half an hour ago, of late, Exhibits greater fervor. …
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Dusk come in, against the snow the coal is black. Memories fettered, with winter In…
The turn of events and seasons have a ring to them of casus belli kargyraa…
A vivid childhood memory. My father was a coal miner who’d had a hard life,…
(for Ian Parsons and other avid readers!) I acquire books In…
No one knows me so well as you, knowing me as only you can do.
I’ll be seventy-four when I hear the midnight chime I know I’ll die…
Between the orbs of day and night, Between the sighs and muffled moans, While…
You know when you’re growing old – when your hero’s are gone (except Mick –…
The dilettantish storm which started Maybe half an hour ago, of late, Exhibits greater fervor. …
Hypocrites thrive on these sorts of occasions. It’s Holocaust Day, a fine time to…