The Horseman’s Dream: A Tale of Conspiracy, Corruption, Cruelty and Conditioning in Post-Disaster Britain
It’s taken me nearly 20 years to write The Horseman’s Dream: its origins lying somewhere in the ashes of the Twin Towers and the ensuing maelstrom of disinformation. It’s about something good that still exists in a bad world. This is the best story I can come up with to frame the notion of a…
Visiting Ypres at 13 Years Old
Monday was the 100th anniversay of the start of the “third battle of Ypres”: Passchendaele. This poem and piece of music is my tribute to all those who died in the trenches. Fodder to the Maschinengewehrs, often drugged with amphetamines to quell their terror, some as young as 13 years old raced and palpitated towards…
Echo Chamber
Goodnight, my love, Sleep well in your chamber, See you in a while, You’ll be in no danger, From the voice that dares ask, Any question at all, To the strong and the stable, Of their thirst for our thrall. Goodnight, my love, Your skin has grown paler, Behind the chamber’s glass, You’ve become your own jailer, Closing the…
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