Running around Highate cemetery today the only sign of dissent I saw was a sticker on a lamppost: ‘Bollocks to Brexit’. I ran by large...

I. These are a collection Of dark thoughts Mainly procured in winter Plucked from the minds Of commuters As I catch glimpses into their...

I looked into the window of the rusty old war tank Dressed in new flags, for another empire. The waving flags and the drums of war Beat...