Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Gwynjak Blue

To the lichen that creeps while we sleep, sneaking over stones, timber and the slumberous hedgerows of Kernow and Albion.  Exploding into rabid writhing seethes, a sixteenth of an inch a year.  This archaeon humbly seeps while Humanity walks in its sleep.

The Timber Trail – Sons of the Pioneers

Jerusalem – Paul Robeson

Coming soon, In April’s issue of The Caterpillar:  the final chapter in our tale of West Kirnowe:  The Journal of Elias Gillpington – Don’t miss it…….!

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