Nature Overseeds
A couple of weeks ago, meeting for a beer with fish and chips at a local English styled pub where soccer from the real England was playing on hanging television sets...
Read MoreTerran vs. Protoss vs. Zerg
Imagine chess, but with convoluted backstories for each black and white piece, and each civilization using a different set of pieces...
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How do nationalist-minded fascists think transnationally?
Dissatisfied with Édouard Daladier’s coalition of the socialist-republican French left, tens of thousands right-wing activists gathered at the Place de la Concorde...
Read MoreFrom Duck to Bottle
You are walking across a vast grass field on a misty morning when you suddenly spot a lake in the distance...
Read MoreSt Paul’s Churchyard Invaded St Paul’s Cathedral
Far from being a sea of calm and piety, the churchyard could be as cacophonous as anywhere else in the City...
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From One Room to Another
“I live in a hole here, but God has a beautiful mansion for me elsewhere,” Blake once said...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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