Magic
A breeze crosses the porchBicycle spokes spin ’roundJacket’s on, I’m out the doorTonight I’m gonna burn this town down And […]
The black parade
When I was a young boyMy father took me into the cityTo see a marching bandHe said, “Son, when you
Assecuratus non quaerit lucrum sed agit ne in damno sit
The Platinum Jubilee is over. Amidst the caterwauling and sentimentality, with the press obsessing over the soap opera of royal
Digital gold
At the time of writing, the price of oil and other carbon-based fuels is soaring. Oil has long been a
Ca plane pour moi
I have returned from my Easter holidays, with a sense that the pace of events is quickening. Today sees the