Poetry – ‘To Althea, from Prison’

When Love with unconfined wingsHovers within my gates,And my divine Althea bringsTo whisper at the grates;When I lie tangled in her hair,And fetter'd to her eye,The gods, that wanton in the air,Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly roundWith no allaying Thames,Our careless heads with roses bound,Our hearts with loyal flames;When thirsty grief … Continue reading Poetry – ‘To Althea, from Prison’

Friday Flotsam: Depression, Thrawn, and Lady (and the Tramp)

1. This week was overall pretty miserable: I was strangely exhausted most of the time and my depression flared up badly. I want to say it’s some form of burnout, but you know what they say about self-diagnosis. In any case, I was able to get through by severely curtailing my activity and schedule to … Continue reading Friday Flotsam: Depression, Thrawn, and Lady (and the Tramp)