I feel the pull, hear the siren call Of books that push me into free fall, No sense of fear, or time or place In ocean abyss or the depths of space. I meet mercenaries, tyrants, a bloody pirate Delve into a psychotic mind and…

Children of my mind, you are no less Than the children of my body. You are the creations I’ve laboured over By myself, needing no friend or lover (Parthenogenesis). Deep in my subconscious lay the seed Of what you would one day be. You have…