I Will WaitI await her return, The one who brings joy to my soul, With encouragement on her lips, Restoring reasons to live For what is true and good. How I look to her return! I have waited from before time, Before there was a before, And will look for her... See More »
Draconic DemiseFire and smoke and ash: the giant wyrm’s exhaust, Diatomaceous, last of dragons, now his life was lost. Not to some errant knight or kingly paladin he, No, the last of all the dragons died—a pitiful sight to see. It wasn’t from the burning... See More »
Hope Like a Feather -a poemhope like a feather landed on the sidewalks' concrete a trod, a glance by some passerby hope like a feather that was once part of me parted with, don't need it anymore to fly what happens to feathers that land? one day they always just disappear... See More »
We don't care about the titles, we care about the contentsReality (or more accurately the memory of it) is like a photograph,. The button clicks, The shutter closes. The light is pinned. And the image is etched. captured. Done. You own it (or at least that's the idea/hope). That glinting afternoon,... See More »
Blue MicromoonAnd in all rareness, the blue micromoon decided to peek through the gloomy clouds of May 31st. Its light, well-borrowed from sunlit rays, chose to shine through old wounds of what could've been, where it all lacked, why it went wrong— stopping the... See More »
What a Hoot!Ballad of the Screeching Potato by LadyGrace There once was a hoot owl named Clyde, Who was fearsome, smart and wide-eyed. But each time he would screech, He'd fall off out of reach And land in the pigpen outside. He'd hoot at the moon every... See More »
