Happy Birthday

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; Back in high school when I first read these lines I was struck by the poet’s confidence in words. His cocky self-assurance that the gift of a … Continue reading


Before Noir City starts tomorrow and I immerse myself in amour fou, sweaty obsession and rain-darkened streets, I have to indulge in something on the opposite end of the spectrum … purely joyful and purely heart-warming. So what am I … Continue reading