The walls of dust that choke your breath
And cloak your face in a deathly mask
So dragoon and drayman, commando and corpse
All look like statues in a Roman tomb.
And this the song them dragoons sung:...
Here you will find poetry from the upper and lower worlds, as well as colorful shards of prose. The tides will occasionally wash in some edgy poetics and scientific-spiritual musings, and if there's a storm out at sea, Zionist politics and a collectible rant or two.