Sitting by Myself
And there has been many phases in the evolution of Saoirse
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
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.
WhenTension is beginning to mount,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,