teifidancer

( A poem that arrived earlier as I drifted between cynicism and pessimism.) Another world is possible. As they sell our dreams down t...

( an old one not posted here before, rejigged) Wearing seven masks at once, ( I am the onion) seven secrets gently spun, on wheels ...

( an Easter gift for Jane, the mighty furbster,  knowing that she is unable to eat chocolates at the moment, and that the only flowers ...