Phoenix Hair WIP
Obsessions with hair never go far away, they just hide in the closet.
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.
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;