Poser is now a thing of the past. And so Saoirse is born. Pronounced Sor-Sha.
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.
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
Battle of LoracThis is where it all started.
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,