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 …
Doors and Stumbling Around in the Dark: A Narrative with Life
Of Doors and Stumbling Around in the Dark She had opened the door, expecting light, or at the very least, a light switch. She was here to find answers. Her sisters had said they’d found lanterns when they’d done this. Maybe hers would be in the form of a candle. She’d not seen much …
Seeker, Wanderer, Lost Boy, Storyteller: The Many Names of the Dream King
Seek the Dreamer, my child. When you have sought every last fantasy whispered to the first stars of the night, you will find your way home once more. # The old king stood at the edge of the water. It wrapped icy waves around his bare feet and ankles. Each drag of water covered his …
Sidewalks and Roads and How We Walk
Follow the Road and Who Knows Where is Goes My favourite quotes in life usually involve streets, crossroads, some sort of long straight or winding road. My favourite songs often involve roads literally or figuratively to, The Highwayman by Loreena McKennit (also a poem), Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas, Carry on by .fun, …
Hello, Friend, Farewell: A Poem for the Solace of Nature
Hello, friends! Unlike with the Doors of Moria, when the Fellowship in the The Lord of the Rings seek to enter the mines, there is no secret pass code for finding peace, happiness, love, any of those things. However, I find all those emotions exist at once, in your grasp, if you step out your …
Poem: Every Person a Ripple Of Whisper and Worry
Have you ever felt the gossip in your head, at the table behind or the glare of the mirror as you hurry by? As you go into the long weekend and as September hectic schedules start up after the long, laze of summer, don’t forget we’re all alike. We all worry, we all wonder. Am …
Poem: Listen to the Walls Where Stories Talk
Listen to the Walls Where Stories Talk Sunlight whispers in eaves, hugged by leaves. Wrapped in green. Skylarks whistle to their Juliets. Who walk with eyes turned high, upon the blue sky. In this place, stars echo and stay in cotton shapes on blue paint. They swirl down the wave of tree top hands. Sunlight …
Challenge: Keep Your Feet
The Challenge It’s been a while. So what’s the point in coming back? 1. Going full circle. 2. New perspectives of the beginning and where you are now. 3. Never leave something incomplete. Really, that’s three ways of saying nearly the same thing. Returning to the beginning always brings fresh perspectives which, when you’re …
Cardiff: City of Curios
Some people don’t know where Cardiff is. Most people don’t particularly care about going there. Wales. Really? Tiny. Sidelined next to the big ones. England. Scotland. What’s there to do in Wales but see sheep? A lot of sheep? And stone circles. Lots. Also sacrificial stones. This is a park. Well, yes, there are sheep. …