The Muse Speaks
In the Echoes of Night
When Shadows are Silent sentinels
And Whispers Sing in Ethereal Light.
The Muse Stares Continue reading
A Friend and fellow Author recently invited me to do a character interview with one of my characters from Dark Fey and after much consideration, I decided it should be Veryth. Although he is a supporting character in the trilogy, his contributions are vital to the story and, indeed, the Fey with whom he interacts. His influence is gentle, yet powerful and, although he would never step forward of his own volition, being entirely good-natured and humble of spirit, I couldn’t resist giving him some much deserved attention. I hope you may enjoy discovering more about him and do please feel free to share what you think and if you have any additional questions about/for him. Continue reading
Shades of Light Drift on the Dawn
In a Tangled Web of Memory,
Where Ripples Touch what now is Gone
To Tantalize this Ache in me.
Crumbling Facade that once Stood Bright
With Colours Clear as Shimmering Morn,
Now Leak the Fading, Breaking Light,
Bleak and Cold as a Lamb first Shorn.
Beautiful Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Artist. Thank You~
She awoke with a haze swimming in her head and staggered out the door, then stopped. Walls of metal and floors of smoothed concrete met her gaze, illumined by unexceptional fluorescent lights lending the corridor a cold, antiseptic ambience and not a single sound whispered in the sterile promontory.
Where was she? Continue reading
Poetry is the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty in Words. –
Edgar Allan Poe
Need anything more truly be said? And yet, since I have the inclination to natter, I shall attempt to agree, poetically.
And by agreeing to say that there is nothing worth saying that could ever be said, even in the starkest form, that is not, by some measure and in the generalist terms, some form of poetic entrancement; for if, in speaking or writing, we utter anything at all worth saying, it shall be remembered; and if something is remembered, it can be considered remarkable enough to have made remembrance worthwhile, which leads one to the eventual conclusion that, if it is worthwhile to be recollected, there must be some form or nature in it that catches the imagination, sparks the well-spring of contemplation or illuminates musings and that, being colourfully or creatively inspired is, in its most basic state, a creation of beautiful words that should be deemed poetry. Continue reading
Polar bear shapeshifter Russell Tadzea is content with his rather isolated life in a small central Alaskan town. He has friends, work and a congenial, yet cautious relationship with his family.
That is until the arrival of a kindergarten teacher from the lower 48 blows Russell’s comfortable world to pieces. One whiff of Riley Jenkins’ compelling scent, and Russ is a goner. Continue reading
In the subtle shades of the secretive night,
A Long Lament for this restless state
Emblazoned by Your energy;
The Passion calling from Your Heart
To mine, Continue reading
In the darkness
Encircled by change and calamity
Perched upon the precipice with my gaze cast downward
Discovering the abyss Continue reading
Trance of Heartbeats
In Simplistic Splendour,
Rivaling all the Passion You engender,
As Night shades Whisper in the
All that Tempts within Your Dichotomy. Continue reading
Writing and art
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Fiction Writing (with occassional other thoughts)
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