poems

This vile cunt-starving land

Now wand’ring o’er this vile cunt-starving land I am content with what comes next to hand. Earl of Rochester, Sodom

12 years ago

Words at once true and kind

Nothing shows why at this unique distance from isolation It becomes more difficult to find words At once true and…

12 years ago

What should they know of England who only England know?

The English Flag Rudyard Kipling 1891 Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames…

12 years ago