Playing with effects
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.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Fall of Ketpoc
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?