Experimenting with the dynamics on Z Dress and Z wings
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,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
Path of the Highlands (A Letter from Emalf)Revenge is sweet, so they tell me. I felt a rush of fear, exploding in every heart and soul of the Niknogard. Yet, fear is an added edge when mixed with vengeance.