Martin – A Fluxus Style Chance Poem

seems to have made a few verbal changes through his ankle, exactly similar. Re-settling them on an unquestioning pair of shoulders, the annihilation of a nation however, back to the table, the future or the dark-haired girl from the what had happened, and in which one becomes aware of facts and ideas which to him, molehill here and coming towards him across long  interval of peace during his bomb had fallen altered, the eyes could give you away dear. Was perfectly possible. He had been suspected of countless hysterical and heretical tendencies. The records too much. But to tell him with a damned impersonal screen, is the definitive and final third edition, they’re good enough, prefer to … Continue reading Martin – A Fluxus Style Chance Poem

The beast

Originally posted on Hermit's Cove:
The beast lies awake, a shambling cage her home. ? “I shall take back my throne, for although they forsake, I will always remember I was left here alone. ? No one will survive, even if they surrender. No time to forgive dead souls that gave hope” ? She eloped with our fate, she stole our pride while she talked about love. Treacherous dove of great guile, insidious curse, deadly allure. ? She thrives in the bleak light, so grim, crimson steed waits her return. It shall be her turn, once again, to bleed… Continue reading The beast

The forest

Originally posted on Hermit's Cove:
I “To my unknown reader: ? During the almost thirty years I have been alive, there has not been a single interest of mine that others shared or even appreciated. Ever since I was a little boy, such things as a job, a wife to marry, a house, appeared as tedious and alien to my nature. In the same manner, those activities in which regular people spend so much energy and time have never been a priority or even a goal to me. Paintings were the sole concern in my personal world, albeit not… Continue reading The forest

3 Random Books from My Shelves

I’m not really sure what to say, as I would imagine most people who visit Examining the Odd have read some or all of Gaiman’s work! Since this book is a collection of short stories (and wonders!), I decided to randomly choose one of the pieces too. The chosen piece was The Fairy Reel, one of the “wonders”, since it is a poem rather than a short story. I’ve heard people liken this poem to a Keats ballad. Continue reading 3 Random Books from My Shelves