Slow figuring out the lighting … Well I think I did.
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,
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
Fall of Ketpoc
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;