Come Heathen
Come heathen, into the forest You are new to the idea Of not taking what isn’t yours The fox awaits Continue reading
Come heathen, into the forest You are new to the idea Of not taking what isn’t yours The fox awaits Continue reading
He approaches his push bike But is tentative because whilst the spider is a beauty of nature He doesn’t want Continue reading
In the garden on the hill, next to the graveyard of his memories He stood and contemplated the water snails’ Continue reading