Empire of Whimsy

Some people collect stamps. Some people collect coins. Some people make air fix models so well You can barely see the joins. Some peop...

Once there was a company that traded magic beans. It co-opted people’s tragedies, it monetarised their dreams. Selling wishes gr...

Gothic institution, high on island hill. Oceans of ink. A sky entirely made of quill. The Warden’s keys jangle alarmingly in the lock....

Lady Gaia blew the sleep sand from her dust encrusted eye. Rippling verdantly she turned, serene in what she felt and why. Intrigued...

Come and meet some friends of mine, we'll go to where they stay with toasting glasses held aloft and witty repartee. I'm sure w...

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? ...

How dare the Sunshine show his face, When with illusory Autumn Summer’s replaced And offers only cold embrace To those who crave his warmth ...