Counting In Spindles
Turning from the landing counting the spindles, it is 6am, I turn to the descent of a staircase, I look toward the light piercing through glass. The leading right foot…
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Turning from the landing counting the spindles, it is 6am, I turn to the descent of a staircase, I look toward the light piercing through glass. The leading right foot…
? ? The meek will inherit the earth in the last December, crying, suffering, poor, ailing and infirm altogether at the gathering. Near an old exiled oak after the full…
Space Trees Space trees that’s all I hoped. they’d be individuals hidden in tapping sap, enough to cover activity below as the busy aliens, children played safe for now. With…
Two hundred sixty foot diameter discs semi submerged were presenting themselves in the valleys of Mars, resting from the mother craft waiting for instruction from The Lords of Saturn.
We have no dissenters in the political sense because the MP’s are all of a political class they will disagree but only so far for fear of loosing their political…