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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
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.