All superheroes have their own believable origin story. Batman lost his parents, Superman lost his planet, Spider-Man lost his ability to never get bitten by a radioactive spider. I’m no different.

Glaciation Poem VII

Honeysuckle, honeysuckle, honeysuckle surrounded by your presence and flushing through my vanes

The horizon’s spread their wings Distance comes forth, covering the fields Lamplight doused, darkening the cities And letting black drapes fall

Part V of Glaciation, sadly the shape of the poem cannot be replicated on here (it ought to be curved at the side until the end of the penultimate stanza)

Face to face We breathe Nose to nose We kiss Fencing with tongues In random, perfect bliss A beautiful mess we are With nothing to lose but time To see not light

The Life and time of the legendary opera singer Hernia von Volenipples

My region has just given the BNP their first Euro seat. Whose fault is that then??