Trapped in 2018
Sometimes we are all a prisoner to the muse. She has us trapped, or it our own doing. Sometimes I wonder. Thanks for sharing.
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.
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
WhenTension is beginning to mount,
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;