Face to Face
The girs get together for a chat.
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,