(Content Warning: Discusses Dementia) “Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.” This week I recited poetry with an old guy that I work with. He’s been sharp as anything ever since. This is the old guy who occaisionally thinks I’m his daughter. Which, … Read More
Last year I was all about Pride and learning the darker sides of LGBT history (which apparently gets lost as soon as you mention anything that touches upon people who really go into eugenics, which means a lot of people in the early twentieth century unfortunately). But today I found out another person that makes … Read More
The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know, but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I … Read More
