The wreckage of the god-ship lies On Bakhu's shores for clever eyes With reforged fragments of the arc The architects, athwart the dark The Great Cat dead—Set is slain The Serpent twines about The Skein Holo crumbles—the pillars crack Warship moves—His demense to sack The Eater of Souls can never die But shackled shall eternal… Continue reading Ἄποφις II
Watch the clash, the battle won If lost, will never rise the sun Moves the barge, across the land Mighty Set with spear in hand Guardian of the gilded lord Horizon coils with scales to ford Comes the Serpent, from The Nile Sixteen yards—sardonic wile Cut and torn and gealdor bound He writhes and heaves… Continue reading Ἄποφις
Old Man Centipede was a quiet sort, given to reverie within the multi-chambered dampness of The Hollow Mount, a path up from which afforded him clear observation of the hatchlings, hunting spiders in The Wasteland beyond the great burrow of the old log which had served as his home for six years. He'd heard rumblings… Continue reading Old Man Centipede
AMELIA: OR THE FAITHLESS BRITON. "An original novel, founded upon recent facts." The Columbian Magazine, Philadelphia, 1787. THE revolutions of government, and the subversions of empire, which have swelled the theme of national historians, have, likewise, in every age, furnished anecdote to the biographer, and incident to the novellist. The objects of policy or ambition… Continue reading Amelia; or, The Faithless Briton (1787)
A poem by Kaiter Enless.
~1~ How It All Began To End It all started when a crotchety goose and his gaggle of ruffians, hailing from parts unknown, landed in the Pond on the edge of the Farm. The Pond was divided by the fence, leaving a small portion just outside the bounds of the Farm, its bank up against… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part I)