Old school Desk top wallpapers, pre loved and worn out.
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;
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,