Open letters to those I can't get to any other way
Letter to Pedro Ros, chairman of Taylor Nelson Sofres
Letter to King Charles
Email to Greg Hands MP
The city dissolves about us, and its walls
Are mountains of rock cruelly carved by wind.
Sand streams down their wasting sides, sand
Mounts upward slowly about them: foot and hand
We crawl and bleed among them! Is this Senlin?
In the desert of Senlin must we live and die?
We hear the decay of rocks, the crash of boulders,
Snarling of sand on sand. 'Senlin!' we cry.
'Senlin!' again . . . Our shadows revolve in silence
Under the soulless brilliance of blue sky.
From "Senlin: A Biography" by Conrad Aiken
Letter to Pedro Ros, chairman of Taylor Nelson Sofres
Letter to King Charles
Email to Greg Hands MP