Meanwhile in Glasgow the Scrap Yard Carries a Secret.
For more than seventy years in a run down area of a Scottish city called Glasgow a noted compound existed upon the top of a hill existed a place called…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
For more than seventy years in a run down area of a Scottish city called Glasgow a noted compound existed upon the top of a hill existed a place called…
White as of the sun in the universe one binding light, as no other is ever to be in glory in power in slow growing peace Absolute in silence, but…
In an ever increasing evil world, I desired to be invisible how would I achieve this unique separation. Time my friends would tell, if I blinked a thousand times whilst…
The healer, did he come for you. Did he make you new?. How did he know it was you that day. Most unexpected random day, random word in the ear.…
Looking out I must be the only person who can see a face in a green bush, perfect is it.? let me think awhile, ah yes the lonely face of…