When the sun, like a stone, skims the horizon and colours drain through shades; deciduous moths are sown shut. When H20s too hard to drink and the stars suck the heat from our bones; the flighty shirk their nests. When life itself one last mass extinction and the ground itself is buried; we cherish […]Read Post ›
An understanding of how the Snorkelhawk arose cannot be had without first learning a bit about its ancestor, the Snorkelfish. Fossils of the Snorkelfish have been found in oil deposits beneath the late Panthalassic Ocean. Specimens were invariably rusted, having been subjected to the great salt gritting that brought an end to the Ice Ages, […]Read Post ›
The sands of sleep are not found on some beach But an infinite, timeless desert The depths of which we cannot reach In forms equipped to remember And there where we can shed no light Upon that heavenly mirror We gaze into its blazing might And fleetingly meet our maker
Don Redwood 