Life through the eyes, of a lowly beast, who endured the apocalypse…and reflects on the history of man.( Images, courtesy of Google)

Poem about my father.

Maung Ba kept reflecting on the past, thinking of the land and paddyfield that had once sustained them all so well.

An homage, of sorts, to Samuel Becket and the brilliance which is "Waiting for Godot".

King of the Kenney clan speaks to the world beneath his reign…

Inspired by “All Quiet on the Western Front”.