I hope some day that these natural disasters will wake us up to the importance of our environment – both nature and our neighbours – not only in forcing us to think about the climate but also about what matters in life.
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The History Displays: Part Two – A Poem
I am with you Dedalus I run but am cast so precisely by the nightmare of history that I flow inexorably where the curve of eschatology takes me I can break my hands forever under millennial tonnes of creed cracking…
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Posted in Poetry
The History Displays: Part One – A Poem
We cannot speak out-shouted by history where we should cry we bleed We don’t need self-pity that wears itself out refusing cures and cries “I hurt, so you cannot cut me.” before wielding its own knife But that is who…
