I linger at the hawthorn tree and beg you not to follow; I know who may be waiting under the enchanted canopy. I long for their rescue from this dark, wicked world and for the whispers in the earth to beckon me home, where I will finally belong.
Creativity in the face of COVID-19
onThese past few months have been chaotic with news of the coronavirus COVID-19, and I hope everyone is staying safe and self-quarantining for their safety and the safety of others around them. So far, I'm okay, I'm self-quarantining, and since one of my day jobs is already online and the second job is going to [...]
The Entertainer (Poetry)
onThe numbers are cold, The musical notes still warm With the sensuous scarlet That also decorates the dotted line Of the contract I just signed In my own blood— I sold my soul So I could let others Commune with their own.
What Happened at the Antique Shop (Poetry)
onThe heaviness of the piece Is more than its weight, Memories in my hands Flashing in my mind In veiled shards of What history it had witnessed, The feelings welling up in my heart And taking form into pictures As familiar as words I may have heard in a dream Until I wonder if these [...]
Ice Cream (Poetry)
onSweet nostalgia Now forgotten, Melted with The burning suns Of time— What happened To those days Where the price for a wish Was a dandelion seed, And we were encouraged To believe In fairytales?
Firepower (Poetry)
onHeld in For so long A roiling spiral Until the emotions No longer have a name Nor have a fuse left Merely the tiniest spark And then—
The Monster I Fear (Poetry)
onI fear no monster of fang and claw...
Hobby or Hustle: A Response to Molly Conway
onDisclaimer: All magic has a price, so this article contains affiliate links. As an Amazon associate, I earn from qualifying purchases, so if you make a purchase with my link, I earn a small commission at no additional cost to you. Thank you for your support! Well met, everyone, and welcome back to the blog! [...]
Excerpt: THE HOLLOW BONES
onLina then saw Mr. von Essen sitting by the mill pond as he read from a small book. When she smiled, raising a hand in greeting, he tipped his hat and stood up from the grass. “Miss Evangeline,” he greeted her. “Our new schoolmaster, Mr. von Essen,” she gave a small curtsy in reply as [...]