My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time.

'...I wonder if you remember the story mummy read us the evening Sebastian first got drunk - I mean the bad evening. 'Father Brown' said something like 'I caug…

We possess nothing certainly except the past.

'It is typical of Oxford,' I said, 'to start the new year in autumn.'

Our cock won't fight.

At present, I am a poet trying to be a soldier. To tell the truth, I am not interested in writing nowadays, except in so far as writing is the expression of so…

It's our tendency to approach every problem as if it were a fight between two sides. We see it in headlines that are always using metaphors for war. It's a gen…