It Creeps & An Ode To Dom
The store of bones waiting unseen, dry, waiting for collection, by the cosmic bone grinder from a secondary ship and quietly so. It creeps in and slithers out, a wisp…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
The store of bones waiting unseen, dry, waiting for collection, by the cosmic bone grinder from a secondary ship and quietly so. It creeps in and slithers out, a wisp…
If you’re alive you may feel it. Miserable not necessarily cold, but a bit Greta Thumeberg then arrives the monotonous article. Will house prices go up or down this year.…
When the wheels of creation are turning and spitting, starting with animals and onto us the outrider wheels are used. One of seven they get busy, it is all messy…
Man in a vacuum the Devic wanderer, a most unfortunate soul. As quick as one likes he was sucked in deep, covered in dust and choking. He shouted, screamed, he…
So much for the slaves to the myths of history. Not a mention of the undercurrents of all histories. Powered by the blood of slaves the bodies left as mountains,…