The Wounded

I do not usually explain my poems. But this is one of my older ones. Usually I throw away the poems I make; I send them to a friend, say, and will not bother to copy it back. Or put it as a comment somewhere never to be found again. But I have this one […]


Oh my goodness. Alan Turing, the man whose Turing machines I study and whose theorems have long resonated with me due to the general elegant statements they give, was gay. It’s a shame I can’t get myself to like his huge eyebrows. And it’s a real shame he had to die at the age of […]