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Gaia’s song

The North Wind and the elementals some call sprites, are real creatures – they bear their names, given by deity, or the imaginations of men, with pride, and the task they have: to clean up the stale nothingness, with equal force – their nature is against ours,...

Feeling like a poet

Up early and having  a look over recent scribbling. When write a poem I usually have a good impression in my head of its worth. Some poems are just tunings, to get the head into gear. We could have a long discussion here of the sources of inspiration, but I...

Time

I tell of the lost hours playing games – in the fun of distant worlds, and words framed from disappointment, another hour ticks by. My disease is tamed, in a circle, two remote hands edge, semaphore to the knowing, ever closer, nearer now then far apart… …is it an...

Poetry & prophecy

The root of poetry is in prophecy. In the present age, science is held to be the tool by which our universe will be explained. However, our dislocated and disenfranchised selves tell us the opposite. While science (and its sister, technology), order and rule our...