Poem: A political ghost flew, ruining my view

The wheat it rises fast by summer late Honey yellow melting into rich gold Yet now, streaking through the swaying barley Comes ex-P.M. from Euro state of old Fleeing worldly problems and past mistakes With childish abandon and youth-lost glee Surprised, then angry; next, aloud thinks I: “Well, that’s stained this golden moment for me!”Continue reading “Poem: A political ghost flew, ruining my view”

A year of books (Apr-Jun)

It’s been three months since my last article on the books I am reading in 2020 (which you can read here). At the end of March, the UK was officially in lockdown, and throughout April many of us got used to new ways of working (or not working), as well as working out what toContinue reading “A year of books (Apr-Jun)”