Woke-hating Anglo-Canadian PhD philosopher, writes formal verse in English and occasionally French, specialising in iambic pentameter in its dominant forms of sonnet and heroic couplet.
Yet tarries not, but spreads again her wings,
Spangling the welkin with brown stinking things.
This time the demon's course is Eastward set,
Faster than snail but not as quick as jet,
There is a grove past which the Avon flows
where Squalor's hierophants have built his shrine;
and here with heroin and Buckfast wine,