Empire of Whimsy

 I was sick of the shape of the lounge.  The windows ignored and the mess all around. So we made a plan to move some shelves. Well, one in p...

In my drive to self sufficiency Indoor gardening appealed to me, So I hung them in the windowsill, Ingredients 3. I knew it was a risk...

TT is here The wheel of prayer roaring Thirty seven and three quarters Of energy embedded in Sacrificially sanctified soil. This is...

Heel to toe, heel to toe. Stepping carefully, stepping slow. Each foreshadowed print a potential mine; choose between conflicting signs. Th...

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

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