Saoirse Full Moon
Is it a cape, or a bad attempt at hair.
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.
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,