Rain has no conscience shows no fear Displays no love… Is not a living thing. Effects not to condemn… not to judge…. Simply falls from a...

from a cabbage to a king a story oft told a metaphor of transformation akin to transmutation... from lead to gold there was once a tale a...

Beloved palm sits in the shade... Like me... It does not seem to like to see the sun... Again... Like me... And though my Beloved is...

Power lines provide... well... Power... To the people Not in any political sense of course... Though... that may well be a matter of...

France once Left now turning Right gutter ideals sewer mentality growing nasty children thank you family Le Pen we have to encompass the...

at first luxuriant now overgrown in its time replete with a goodness that only the Earth could provide the shadow falls across the garden...

Dishes in the sink! Garbage on the floor! Clothes scattered here and there! Who could ask for more? Me... I think... And soon! Before I...

Blessed Spirit Well... What name have you chosen? Is this, then, your new disguise? 'Sunflower'? 'Moonbeam'? 'Earth-Child'? Which one won...

Who is Roger? Where is Roger? And why did he miss the train? Where is Roger now? Is Roger even Roger? Or an AI using just using his name...

‘Plastic bags! You wrapped my presents in plastic bags?’ It is what is inside that counts. ‘And what Op Shop did these come from? Well?’...

skinned alive enemies of whatever empire was on top at the time or those to be sacrificed martyrs to whoevers god was pouring forth their...