Old school Desk top wallpapers, pre loved and worn out.
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.