It's Dark in the Park

http://chroniclesoftania.wordpress.com/2012/05/24/poems/ Light hearted poem about walking in a central London park in the dark

The Harvest

http://chroniclesoftania.wordpress.com/2012/07/19/the-harvest/ Trying my hand out at Children's fiction

Face in the Mirror

http://chroniclesoftania.wordpress.com/2012/10/25/the-face-in-the-mirror-2/ Something for Halloween...when you are nice and warm indoors...

A maths class for me...

Bored, in a classroom Sitting real still Eyes dart from; Clock Book Table And the windowsill.

The Emissary Pt. 1

Final chapter in the Babel saga

A Son of Fred

Today is Saturday. He likes getting up early before his foster parents. It gives the morning sun a chance to wink at him.

november 7th (the morning after)

and after all the money spent on campaigning/wooing/brainwashing the american public, and after all the lies broadcasted all over the screens, and after all the gas prices

strings

despite what s/he might’ve said when it all began, there really were strings attached--- for to make him/herself believe that one can fuck & walk without a second thought,

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Coming of Age

The First Night of Spring.

This story returns to that tradition image of the fairy, a much darker and mischievous creature, though it is located in modern day East London.

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