Halo The Martian
Halo, the Martian, sits by the pond he had found us many years ago and knew we wouldn’t harm him he would sit cross-legged staring through the bulrushes his ovoid…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Halo, the Martian, sits by the pond he had found us many years ago and knew we wouldn’t harm him he would sit cross-legged staring through the bulrushes his ovoid…
Warrior of Poetry AKA Mason Cult in turk’rs wood once m’re twas early evening mason ent’r’d his creepy did abide upon the f’rrest track t hadst only been m’rely two…