The paper robots are under construction, Daniel has written multiple half finished pieces and the blog lives. I assure you that all these promises we've made you still stand true. It is just a matter of time before we shower you with this promised material.
This drought of content makes me even happier to introduce a new feature; The Poetry Corner. Bringing you some wicked-sweet verse from our new resident poet Parr, The Poetry Corner will set to lift you up, bring you down and everywhere in between.
The Strangest Pages
there are too many secrets
in this house, hiding under unsuspecting
Doormats, and clasped between
Dusty pages of books we have not touched
For years
They linger mischievously between sheets
And pillows and the words whispered
Between my parents in the dead of night
They lie in the words of my grandmothers'
Poetry, flashing like beacons
Waiting to be seen.
