Enough of the story telling, time for you to decipher the story, if there is a story to be. Back to work, enjoy your week.
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.
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?