Saturday, 8 May 2010

The fields flash red….

…though the fields flash blue.

Have a look at the map.

Who will be feeding you?

Secreted maps.


Have you ever wondered why the scythe has not visited here these past few generations? If the base of operations has moved the scythe swiftly follows.

Always someone else’s babies.

Just look back.

Who starved?

Somehow the hoe is about to be set upon the Plain.

The fields. (When I read of Arthur)


I’ve given you a heads up on this.

If you don’t recognise a recon party you’ll die happily ignorant to the hymns of the unread.



If we exist then our mark is not of this world.

We are in a stricture of love.