Sixty-three years agoMy mother gave birthTo me.Now she is deadAnd I am an old man:White-bearded,Salt-sprayed,Sun-baked,A grandfatherBobbing up and downIn a...
'The night his daughter gave birthHe made breadAnd lit a candleFor them all.He went out into the gardenTo stare at the starsAnd heard the stream sing.' On the 13th of...
Everyday is a good dayWhether I can see it or not.Enjoy your life while you canAnd face death with calm.
Peter Marshall’s impressive history is a well-argued and absorbing account of astrology’s grip on the imagination, and an eloquent defence of its importance in our lives … fascinating
Gary Lachman, The Guardian
Reading about anarchism is stimulating and funny and sad. What more can you ask of a book?