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.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
SoIt has happened once again, as it has done every millennium or so. The Great One, has means in his ways. These wars, of total annihilation, act as a cleansing process.
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
Path of the Highlands (A Letter from Emalf)Revenge is sweet, so they tell me. I felt a rush of fear, exploding in every heart and soul of the Niknogard. Yet, fear is an added edge when mixed with vengeance.