The Girl and Her Tiger: Wandering Together When the fog rolled over the northern moors, doors were shut and lights went on. A practice designed to keep away the wisps which danced and the voices which talked and led anyone, foolish enough to walk in the fog, far away to never returned. Like the little …
We Were Young Once: An Excerpt from A Work-in-Progress
Centuries earlier, on the western coast of the Continent, the wind blew white foam over the tide. Toward the north where the land jutted out like the white claw of a dragon’s foot, sat a lighthouse. It shone a yellow hand through the ever-present blanket of fog. Scrambling down the hill from the lighthouse, full …
Sky? Can You Hear Me, From a Dreamer
I stand here, under the the burning tree. A rain of lightning casts shadows of each hill. They are the bones of giants, left from the last great days when heroes could call from mountain tops and have eagles take them back home. The World Stands Before Me We live in a world of noise. …
A Sky of One Thousand Stars
A Sky of One Thousands Stars See the Sky, Look Up Climb the eagle-headed mountain; your comrades wait, laughing and feasting around a head of flame. It whispers of the past, the present and the future. Behind you and your fellows hugs a crescent shape of night darkened silver birch. They glow like eyes …
Embracing Vulnerability: A Motivational Poem
Vulnerability One of the most debilitating emotions anyone can ever experience. It feels mortifying to walk into a room and because of looks, experience or lack thereof, dress, voice or anything else to do with your personal identity, you feel less than. You want to run, hide and never walk into that room again. But …
How to Turn to Childhood for Inspiration
Thoughts on the Future, Looking to the Past The value of childhood lies not in the experiences the child hastily wishes themselves out of but in the years later, as the child stands with eyes toward the future and a grateful heart cast to the past. Long ago, if we pull back the vine of …
When Rivers Flowed on Mars: Drabble 1
To reach the tower it took five hundred steps which wound the mountain in the shape of a cobra, curled under its den of sky. We laughed, we dreamed, we counted stars. We hopped the galaxies and rode the comets, kicking dandelion seeds toward the moon. In the summer the tower rose with the grace …
Clouded Perspectives
A/N: Clouds are amorphous individuals who are about as rare as any of the Wee Folk. They have strong opinions about being captured on camera and yet they are permanently captured in our imagination. As such, the following drabble and upcoming travel post were both inspired much more by the magic of imagination than anything …
A History of Knowledge: Drabble
People retreated into distant corners and set up literal walls as the Romans had done many millennia prior. Caravans trekked the lands carrying loads of goods and people as they hurried to safety. Wary of each other of other things. Technology had brought much which was fantastic and forbidden to the forefront. Shadows of nameless …
A Road Trip of Dishwasher Settings
Did you know that mayonnaise is 5% milk? Did you know that everyone has a unique tongue print, as they do with fingerprints? Did you know that the northern leopard frog swallows its prey using its eyes? (It uses them to help push food down its throat by retracting them into its head). Did you …