Widower's Tango

So I am left To mourn (without a chance of consequence) You, balanced on a bike against a fence; To wonder if you’d spot the theft Of ...

So often, through the years, my Christmas Spirit arrives too late. I'm all set for the Big Day, or so it seems, but whatever it is I...

There is a curious history to Paths of Glory . The film that Stanley Kubrick made in 1957 was adapted from a novel by Humphrey Cobb. Cobb ...

[It seems like only yesterday, but was actually four years ago, that I castigated Donald Trump in a piece I posted on this blog on Septe...

Why did you lure us on like this, Light-year on light-year, through the abyss, Building (as though we cared for size!) Empires that cov...

The Son of Man goes forth to war A golden crown to gain; His blood-red banner streams afar - Who follows in his train? Rudyard Kipling is a ...

I feel no pressing need to append my comments of November 11 in the light of the Paris attacks. It seems to me that the Islamists don'...