Note: A poem about… see if you can figure it out. Women wail as warlords waste, Lusts of flesh with cold steel embraced, Stomachs torn for birthless babies, Blood for dead men who know life’s taste. Death we tasted, and
Note: Last edited 4/17/22. Audie stared up at the trees. Could he do it? Could he walk forward into the unknown? A moment’s thought would dissuade him, he knew. He lunged past the first trunk, and the forest appeared behind
Note: Last edited 8/3/20. Richard leaned against a rock, chest working, cold air roughing up his throat. Darn spring mornings- beautiful, sure, but the chill was no fun when all you wanted to do was lie down and start breathing
Note: This allegorical story was last significantly edited 1/28/20. The stained glass had a story, a story few remembered and fewer told, for it was, they thought, a silly legend, unworthy of telling in these days of grand scientific fact.
Note: A fantasy poem about the Whispering Mountains lasted edited 11/5/19. Poem includes a mention of a character who remains in the background of my stories, albeit under a different name. Heroes with songless tongues, hear my cry, trumpet my
Note: A short bit of prose written 6/22/20. You have before you a painting, older than it appears, older than the pyramids of Aegyptus, a masterwork depicting a dragonslayer- though the creature isn’t a dragon, not yet. The fire writhes
Note: Last edited 2/3/18. A fantasy poem about a bit of my unifying world, set in its far past. Darkness fills this land once bright, And light escapes mortal sight. Man wanders through desert long. This land knows not right