Random avatar

Jess

  • Victorian Bushires, 2009

    The fires glow beneath a darkened sky: Some burning still – the flames once more leap high. The bush is burnt, the trees again must grow. And we who lived ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


I drink from the Keg of Glory! Bring me the finest muffins and bagels in the land!
— Josh Lyman, The West Wing