Working on some skins for Saoirse. Trying to match it all together for the make ups and tribals. Sort of working. The hair is finally done. Yeah hah.
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.
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,