On the shore of Loch Larch An old decrepit cottage lies Where a cantankerous man resides Alone with simmering a pot of pottage And rancorous flame inside Sounds of hisses and bubbles Filler the misses and troubles A broken spirit Every emotion, only a token For a previous passion Seeking compassion As he goes for… Continue reading Nightmare or Dream on the Shore On Another World
The Quotidian Ineffability of Existence 