Fantasy
-
Behold What You Have Wrought “Tell us where you’ve been Clairissa.” The man was tall, in his mid-thirties and in her very objective opinion reasonably attractive. “I haven’t been anywhere.” She’d been playing this call and response game with the tall man and his heavyset partner for about four hours and a bit. Call it…
-
The Maker Yusuf ran his eye over the piece of hickory held in the jaws of the vice before him seeking imperfections. The plane in his hands would’ve shamed a razor with its edge. He made a few slow, smooth passes along the wood and looked critically at it again. Master Marat had said many…
-
So as you may have noticed, things here have been kind of quiet lately. Like REALLY quiet. The poetry hasn’t worked for a bit and I’ve been busy with other things. Which brings us to this. Flash Fiction February is an annual challenge to write a short piece of fiction every day for the month…
-
It’s the twenty-ninth today and I’m starting to run out of ideas. Then as I was drawing the image in the previous post, I decided to do a poem set in the Warhammer 40k universe. I understand completely if most don’t care for it, it’s a bit more “niche” than most of what I write.…
-
Now for something completely different. Well at least different from the tone so far this month. Today’s offering is a little more in tune with what I’ve written in years past. As I used to do, I just started writing and let the energy of the words decide the rest. Enjoy! Natural Healing For A…
-
Tonight’s poem is this year’s official entry where I speak to the poet in my head and say, “I’ve got nothin’. Go write it without me.” This is what happens when I let these things write themselves. Poem Write Thyself The elder Gods, the ancient ones, The ones we would deny. The elder Laws, the…
-
A little nod to my pagan friends. Enjoy! Elder Gods and Magic Folk Quite long ago, and longer still, Before the world we know. When mountains were the realm of Gods, The Underworld below. When fishermen threw back their best, To make the storm abate. And all knew there were magic folk, Both terrible and…
-
Well….. I’ve made it through NaPoWriMo with at least a few brain cells intact. Now that I’ve had a week to recharge the batteries, I’ve decided it’s time to remedy that. I’m going to seque into a new format. Instead of writing a poem every single day, I’m going to try and put up something…
-
ON GREED Oh once upon a time a King, Sat on a Royal Throne. While at his feet a Royal hound, Gnawed on a Royal bone. The bone belonged, or so it seemed, To the late former King. To normal folk, it’s murder clear, To them a different thing. Now heavy weighs the…
Brain Bits To Go 