As my pen softly weeps

What on earth do you do with industrious incompetents who expect your gratitude even as they spread chaos and destruction in their wake? Here at the Shrine of Aea in Her Aspect as the Personification of Tempered Enthusiasm, we have been lucky. We were discussing our good fortune over a late night glass and came … More As my pen softly weeps

A carouse of poets

There is a discussion, I suppose it has rumbled on for some time, as to what is the correct collective noun for poets. In all candour, I feel that there is no group less deserving of a collective noun, but still my opinion carries little weight in these matters. Some have suggested, ‘a usage of … More A carouse of poets