The eyes are the doorway to the soul, But when they have been stolen, and replaced with steel, what truly reflects is amazing.
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.
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.
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.
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,
Third Apostle's LetterIt's great to be back, amongst my finest companions. It was good to meet and converse with Nathaniel. But "there's no place like home." So the Ancient saying goes.