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
Beyond the mountain pass Lies a trail bathed In milky starlight. Mossy trees Hold the road With gnarled hands Clothed in silver And green. Pretty, pink Flowers bloom at your feet. Their soft scent Tickles your tongue. You Taste neither lilac Nor lily. Death Coats every fleshy bud. You hurry Your pace. Flowers fade As … More Beyond the Mountain Pass
I call myself a collector of sorrows. As a teen, I felt alone and ignored. My classmates bullied me, and my parents spent most of their time at work. They didn’t have the time or care to hear how Brett pushed me on the playground or how Tommy joked about my big nose. After a … More The Collector of Sorrows
In my fantasy series The Ashborne Chronicles, Kat hears a song written about a king. It is a song of sorrow sung for sorrow. All who sing it find tragedy one way or another: “Though black and depthless, His eyes couldn’t hide The burning of a matchless ire. His trembling lips Called death for death. ‘Blood,’ … More Cedric’s Song
My new fantasy novel How Black is the Shadow is finally on Amazon. Starting tomorrow, April 30th, the novel will be free to buy. This deal will last until May 4th. That’s right. Free. So get it while you can. You have nothing to lose. Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071NJR68W
Guess what? I killed someone, guys! Oh. I should probably clarify that he was in a story. “So soon?” you ask. “Didn’t you just start writing?” Cue the devilish laughter. Oh don’t worry. It’ll be sad, but the death drives my entire plot. It’s necessary.