Kakai scowled as he read the summons to the council meeting. As The Overlord of Critville, he saw first hand the plunge in quality of the planet’s exports. He had done his bit to improve things and raise standards but no -one seemed to care. The newer settlers were the worst. A … Continue reading Enestera Chronicles : Weeping Coffers Part 2
What brings our feet to NS? A chance to flaunt new clothes Dance kukere and fluid azonto In the arena to thrill and awe The eager crowd reading our steps Such that no boos be heard? What brings our hands to NS? A test of our pen’s stamina At best to fall other wrestlers Then … Continue reading What Brings us to NS?
In the good ol’ days Boiling blood of eager scribblers Bled by the hapless wield of muses’ swords Surged from the boundless ends of the community That encompassing abode next to none; A learning home A fo-room A wrestle ground Through dawn, through dusk They flooded its vast terrain Each bearing a unique gift of … Continue reading The Good Ol’ Days