Monthly Archives: July 2018

What did Shackleton take his men out to see? A frigid flag shaking in the Antarctic breeze, marking the most extreme point of the planet? No, I tell you: something far greater than this.

I hadn’t lounged there Lazing in the sun For more than five minutes Before I saw her Pawing at my leg

We have shared so well, you and I, from love’s deep cup, and shall drink once more…