Cosy Catastrophe

The day has arrived my friends. After constant encouragement and good natured nagging Sue Beth Pfeffer, who wrote a very fine (and in some p...

“Wossit?” Gog stared entranced. “The Builders made it,” I said. “It’s a thousand years old.” Row and Red Kent came over to see.  “I’m tol...

“The ones who built this road . . . if they’d make me a castle—” Thunder in the east cut across my words. “If the Road-men built castles, ...

Hot and burning in your nostrils Pouring down your gaping mouth Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders Caught in the throes