Are we in control, or do we merely think we are in control?
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.
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.
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,
Fall of Ketpoc
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,