Off to work I go, One more for the road. Playing with reflections, dynamic hair and frustrated with my dynamic wings. All is good, enjoy the week to come.
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.
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
SoIt has happened once again, as it has done every millennium or so. The Great One, has means in his ways. These wars, of total annihilation, act as a cleansing process.
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,