A White Shirt Writ Large in the Rose Garden

Dear MP’s Office Manager,

Thank you for your earlier response and yes, please, I would like to hear the Cabinet Office’s response to your news, that by the 26th May you had already received 1500 emails concerning Mr Cummings.

I need to report that the responses I’ve heard so far… Continue reading A White Shirt Writ Large in the Rose Garden

The Photograph

“He first deceased : she for a little tried

To live without him, liked it not, and died.”

 

 

There they stand,

those old antagonists,

posing at the head of the high-walled city,

that vast coronet of ruin.

 

Above… Continue reading The Photograph

The Lying Toad is Back, the Tousled Look, the Winning Smirk, Our Leader…

The prose piece that follows begins with the mismatch in the UK, between the present Prime Minister’s relative popularity on the one hand, and his long established disregard for the Nolan Principles of ethical conduct on the other. The piece provides a reminder that our Prime Minister has… Continue reading The Lying Toad is Back, the Tousled Look, the Winning Smirk, Our Leader...

Trace a Fraught Frontier

Where’s the fraught frontier between

Mercia and East Anglia ? Guards were stationed here

gazing out from within. And within

was somewhere to die for. And without

was someone to kill. I explored it once,

that fraught frontier, now footpath

between nettles. It was sunday

and Cambridge families were out walking there

after a good lunch.

And where’s

the fraught frontier between Wales

and the… Continue reading Trace a Fraught Frontier

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