The Prince awoke, as if from sleep
To find the world was gone
With nothing there beneath his feet
And nout to keep him warm
CJ 1996
First published 2016
The Prince awoke, as if from sleep
To find the world was gone
With nothing there beneath his feet
And nout to keep him warm
CJ 1996
First published 2016
By CJ
Who am I? I am different things to different people. I am a poet, a visual artist, a sculptor of found objects, and a writer. I am a bookkeeper, an office manager, an administrator and software support consultant, even a short-order cook and barista. I am a parent, a grandparent, a sibling, a cousin and a friend. I am a traveller, a technophile, a philosopher and a student of all things.