Robert Graves

Sospan Fach and that Cursèd Wood

March is Dewithon Month  #Dewithon. You can read about this celebration of literary Wales at the link We are all invited…

2 years ago

Judy Blume to W. B. Yeats

It's that time of the month - #6degrees again. Read about it here and join in.  Play the animation and…

4 years ago

Mental Health, Leadership and the Plan for That

They say the war is over. But water still Comes bloody from the taps. from 'Redeployment,' Howard Nemerov In April…

5 years ago

Lament in December

Lament In December December’s come and all is dead; Weep, woods, for summer far has sped And leaves rot in…

6 years ago

The War is Too Much With Us

I thought of going back to France, but realised the absurdity of the notion. Since 1916, the fear of gas…

6 years ago

That Cursèd Wood

Some strolls have a destination. And so it was on the day we crossed the park by Harlem Meer at…

7 years ago

Before The Charge: The Great Push, Loos, September 1915

Before the Charge The night is still and the air is keen, Tense with menace the time crawls by, In…

7 years ago

Blackberry and Apple Crumble

If we had some bacon we could have bacon and eggs but we've got no eggs. That First World War…

7 years ago

Treasons Greetings: The Ghosts of Happy Holidays Past

It's politically incorrect to say Happy Holidays these days. We must all say Merry Christmas. No word on the acceptability…

8 years ago

Goodbye to all that

The first day of my new life as an idle good-for-nothing superannuated coffin-dodger (my brother's description of retirees) coincides with…

8 years ago