OK, Hair has always been an obsession. Trying to create it is a neverending journey.
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;
WhenTension is beginning to mount,
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.