Author: Edward Field

The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by […]

He didn’t die in the whirlpool by the mill Where he had fallen in after a wild chase By all […]

They say the ice will hold So there I go, Forced to believe them by my act of trusting people, […]

The Baron has decided to mate the monster, To breed him perhaps, In the interests of pure science, his only […]