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…
An Ode To Greta & Forgotten Light
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.…
The Wheels
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
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…
To The Myths of History & Many Pages
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,…