In a Wobbly Land
I’m climbing the hill in a wobbly land all is smooth and curved in pastel colours of a marshmallow texture, planets are bouncy spinning balls of different sizes in a…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
I’m climbing the hill in a wobbly land all is smooth and curved in pastel colours of a marshmallow texture, planets are bouncy spinning balls of different sizes in a…
A sorry indictment of our times what does anyone want to know another, for they guess it was the status friendships were now second place, that just happens to be…
It’s not absolution we want (the false sinners) it’s vindication from the most understood accusations profuse, in a misunderstood lifetime, under the curve of change. Under a moon so variable…
Pulsing toward me I am on the brink and looking for a door, there are no other humans and I am now lost. There is no guide but what I…
Return of the giants all but forgotten they now reside in hollowed out mountains they dont know what politics or what government is, little do they care. All they see…