Empire of Whimsy

Suitcase castors skitter-clattering fights the cloudburst pitter-pattering battering homeward jetlagged smattering of tourists i...

We are all searching for some meaning. This curse of consciousness silk screens our experiences into something more than just living...

So, this is not a poem. I am breaking with my usual style to take part in a Blog Hop, nominated as I was by my delightful sister. You can...

One crystal-aired and clear-skied day I wandered pondering away, To discover if the tales were true; Is lunar rock just cheese of blue? ...