Nothing fancy. Trying to find the muse again. But she has run away.
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.
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;