The Doom of Nature

The sun was red, As it sat in bed, All worried and gold, and blood it bled, Like its nerves were racked And from its pain it fled. The grass was green, And in farms it preened, Swaying in the air all tall and lean. A sentient God, It sang a tune Unseen. The trees stood …

DIY guide to Nothing

I don’t usually text or call people up and wish them a happy new year. I’m one of those uptight guys who doesn’t celebrate anything. Apart from football, perhaps. Even that is rare, to be honest. I think the most recent football match I saw was around 2 months ago. And I don’t remember the …