Getting Hammered at Notre Dame
The ink is still drying on my last piece of writing about the London terror attack, and before I can pick up my pen to…
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London: Apocalypse at Airstrip One
I have been conditioned by the world of fiction to regard London as an impregnable fortress. In Skyfall, MI6 could be blown up by terrorists…
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Circle of Enrichment: The Refugee and The German Woman”
Refuge Sneaker Lost Station Bowed Dread Stalking Fright Park Falling Sleazing Yelp Dying Steeple Fumble Tree Pain Abused Blame Why Near Daunting Refuge Seeker…
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “What Would Enoch Say”
I see the Tiber foaming, or is that the Thames I spy? It’s hard for me to tell these days – it’s all red to…
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “The Queen’s Lament”
Boudicca looks down at her feet Weeps for her sons and daughters She did not suffer her defeat To stand idle by such slaughters In…
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Stuck in a Rutte”
He shrinks yet he wins, He hails himself hero I’d give him a fiddle, And watch him play Nero A small patch of land,…
Meeting Mark Latham – A Curious Identitarianism for Australia
A contingent of STF stalwarts attended an event organised by dissidents within mainstream party politics that featured guest speakers Mark Latham and Ross Cameron. They…
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Lost in the Wilder-ness”
From a window I can choose a whore Schnapps until I hit the floor Indulge myself with magic herb Nude on T.V. does not…
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “How to Save Boiling Frogs”
I find that every now and then I am refresh’d by Marine Le Pen Once or twice, she cuts it fine Too much “1789″…
Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “Who Are You Mr. Powell?”
Enoch who? Enoch Powell? Why do you howl? Why do you scowl? I see the flood Smell Virgil’s blood Thames dry mud Execration! Ululation!…