GEN HUM MDA MP Mpr Beginnings In their enclosed quarantine zone Adam and Eve saw no need for poetry an art form that could not hope to rival any of the sounds within…
MED MDA MP Mpr Every Once in a While every once in awhile I try my hand at telekinesis, just to see if it has sprung up inside of me, like a tumour, they happen all the time…
LIF HUM MDA MP Mpr Fighting the Good Fight with Apricots waggishly dashing prancing with a rucksack yaboo glough driens all under a seedy Christmas tree needles falling all over sweet baby Jebus’s…
LIF SPR MDA MP Mpr Morning Poems had that dream again, where I forget my dreams arose a bit early than usual today if there is a sense of purpose to the day it has yet to…
ART HUM LIF MDA MP Mpr The Man of My Dreams the man of my dreams is just a shade taller than I, with thicker hair whose colour is that of my youth and despite being the taller of us…
GEN HUM LIF MDA MP Mpr Mornings Clouds today, read about the dying oceans Canada is a country where everyone is underwater a nation of tippy toed pool waders struggling to…
ECO LIF MDA MP Mpr You You, to me, were hands plunged into pockets and finding money but, actually, it just stray paper that has a strange texture, as it is…
GEN HUM AI MDA MP Mpr Ragnarok All worlds die with a word in all beginnings one word leads - despite any windings, upheavals - without fail, to all conclusions, the end
MDA MP Mpr Heaven Here and now, lines of sadness etched into the loom of the sky as days end and night veils itself across our world each and every one of…