I was weaned on poetry. My grandfather was a poet and he was reading me his sonnets before I was fully five years old. On one memorable occasion, I interrupted…Continue readingHow poetry became part of my soul
I was sitting on a tour bus trundling through the Highlands of Scotland, together with (amongst others) a bunch of loud American tourists who wore awful clothes (e.g, a guy…Continue readingVoices of the fallen
Wars, refugees and the twilight of the spirit Wars seem to come naturally to our species. Too naturally. I once read that we and a handful of species of ants…Continue readingRefugees of war
The nster website recently posted photos of the “Most Terrifying Places on Earth.” Number 2 on their list was Culloden Moor, Scotland. It could be my number one, although I…Continue readingMost Haunting Place on Earth?
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