A fine creation from a doomed insect.

It’s the finest, most delicate thread in the world and can be dyed and woven into smooth yet light clothes fit for an emperor let alone a modern man of distinction or a lady of style and discernment.  This cloth is the bee’s knees, the cat’s pyjamas or, to more... Read more »

He brings me frogs

When trees turn dim and lose their scent, And birds have ceased to call   When nighthawks glide through misty glades    And fiery Mars comes up from shades When fireflies blink and crickets wheeze. and deer cough deep and owls sneeze   The sky spreads its carpet of myth Up ending Orion, while I, sitting on a stone, move... Read more »