Month: October 2017

The Last Limerick

Limerick 155 When Shakespeare hit one hundred and fifty-four, Of his sonnets, William (Sir Francis or Wren, Christophore) confessed, “Posterity schmosterity, I can write no more.”   And so I, in my dotage, reaching limerick one fifty-five, Hazily hear my… Read More ›


Afterwards we congratulated ourselves and surveyed what remained. Our most greatest of trials we had come through, with millions maimed Or poisoned or killed – by pollutants or war? – flags waving, we proclaimed, We were now stronger than ever… Read More ›