We’ve left a lot behind us, taken stock and set our sails. I feel as if in some way we are saying our farewells.

These people drowned within a flood That took their civilisation’s blood. A prophecy that’s very plain. The same thing’s happening here again.

A tribute to my favorite poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

200 words

Weird on riddles – lured by life’s mystique Dead ideals from alpha to omega A pile of dust is offered In place of the promised form

THERE WAS I A STRUTTING, DOWN THE STREET, LEFT FOOT, RIGHT FOOT, GLIDING ON MY FEET, LOOKING COOL AND DAN, TOP MAN ON THE STREET, HEAD HELD HIGH, LIKE BOBBY’S ON THE BEAT!

Entry 1 At this moment in time, Garvan looked out his little submarine’s periscope from under the sea.