The Fire Rages

Dead wood burns overThe fields of the fallen. Axes rentAnd armor split, an army of corpsesRests atop bloodied grounds. Smoke risesAs dusk falls On a red sun, whose rays will neverLight their smiles again. Smoke rises To the mountains and sweepsInto the sea, whose waves will neverKiss their feet again. The rains lamentThe passing of … More The Fire Rages

A Man in Revolt

I’ve completed another novel. A Man in Revolt tells the story of a weak and cowardly man who joins a rebellion to protect his family and his people from racial discrimination and abuse. However, the more involved in the rebellion he becomes, the more it corrupts him. One poor choice after another, the protagonist becomes … More A Man in Revolt

Light of My Life

Quiet nights and cold sheetsSting. And a dinner for oneFouls the tongue. Walks alone,Talks alone with the voice in my head,And soft songs strummed to empty rooms.Without love – without light,So even the night strains To see. But there is comfort.In the depthless dark and wearyCold, a fire flickers. Through its shiftingFlames, a couple dancesWith … More Light of My Life

To Ruin

Ashes dance in the midnight sky,Whose inky waves rippleWith the wailing wind. Fire roarsAs it cascades down the hills, and the forestWhirs with commotion. Birds and beastsOf every fur and feather flee For the babble of the river. But the blazeEncircles and traps.Its fingers splayed, orange and red,Pull leaf, lumber, and those still livingTighter tighter … More To Ruin

The Global Treasure Hunt: Riddle #5, the Final Riddle!

So it’s been a couple weeks since I released the fourth riddle to my Global Treasure Hunt. But someone has already solved it. You guys are so clever. So here’s the solution: Find an ashen landWith rock of red and black and white,And begin by a burial long past.Take the northern pathUntil the way rings … More The Global Treasure Hunt: Riddle #5, the Final Riddle!

In My Head

When the curtains of night fallOver the sky, you join meBeneath the covers. Your hair,A feathery, blond down, drapesOver my shoulder, and your gossamer touch Slips across my skin as a shadow Shifts across the floor. When I shut My eyes, you speak to me in a coo.Scents of heather and rose hipBillow from your … More In My Head