A poem made by me About the Odyssey.

Another Story!
Part Deux: The Recapturing of The Sausage Pot

Cuffbert: Maybe A Friend, Maybe A Foe, Or Merely a Talking Moose on the Go!

The Third & Final Installment??!?!

Dicscovering Cuffbert was a spy.

An unearthly bang in the beginning, cave paintings somewhere around the middle; or was it one in the eye for Harold in a battle concluded somewhere around lunch time and that leads us here to the present day that all seems so queer in light of this yet seems so normal and stable to us. Maybe I should begin this story in the middle (as I see no other relevant place to start). Yes, in the middle as it were.

I had previously been transported through a looking glass into a parallel universe where everything is backwards; or indeed everything is forwards to these poor fat little orange inhabitants who walk with their legs on their heads and wear their hats up-side down; or maybe right side up as the case may prevail.

Looking back to my college days, I feel great as it reminds me of the wonderful time I spent with my true friends. This is an extract from my real life.

Year 10 Drama Critical Review
Zen Zen Zo Production The Odyssey.

This ancient poem by Homer is one of the earliest forms of literature known in history, and it also happens to be heroic fiction if not heroic fantasy. Not only has The Iliad had a major influence on literature over the centuries, but it also affected this fantasy author.

Who was Odysseus.

There’s a thin line between reality and illusion.

The flight of the wings of dreams across the universe…

A poem about the sirens in the odyssey.