Occasion. A poem.

Regulate this feeling Clamp it down and fix it In a final, vice-like repose ‘Tween twilight and morning Unburdened by the hollow And fulsome moon Let all your tears flow freely And whisper words Retained for this occasion For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Occasion. A poem.”

Sometimes. A poem.

Sometimes, I feel old. I feel the weight of years And the stress and strain Of injuries and tears That make it hard to lift Myself from bed. It hits me, awkwardly, When I’m lifting a box Or philosophising alone, Shooting through my brain And body and bones. Or when I see the young LivingContinue reading “Sometimes. A poem.”

SHOTGLASS ADVENTURES: GRAVIS TOWN BLUES now in print!

Published under the OGL and compatible with 5e and OSR fantasy role playing games, SHOTGLASS ADVENTURES – Kal-Zar’s Bane: GRAVIS TOWN BLUES is a 68-page book with adventures for characters of 1st-4th level, that can be played as One-Shots or as the first module in a four-part campaign.  So, what’s in SHOTGLASS ADVENTURES – Kal-Zar’s Bane: GRAVIS TOWN BLUES? · 6 adventures, complete with full color maps! Varied adventuresContinue reading “SHOTGLASS ADVENTURES: GRAVIS TOWN BLUES now in print!”

RPG. A poem.

My game is never done Or lost or won Even when the final die is cast And the last Player upon this infinite stage Writes their page Another memorable tale It’s safe to say That lives on in mind and soul The final The ultimate And ever-lasting Goal. For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “RPG. A poem.”

Mind Maze. A haiku.

The mind is a maze; Navigating snares and pits, We long to escape. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Upstart Photographer – Detritus

Photography & Poetry – P&P for all the RPG fans lol 😊 Cheers Steve 🙂 Detritus. A poem. Cast ashore by storied seas A mishmash of memories And undefinable surprises From the ocean’s turned out pockets A lost and found of salty treats Waiting and wanting to be reclaimed For more Poetry, click here. ForContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Detritus”

My Prayer. A poem.

My prayer is for today And yesterday and tomorrow, For every lost soul counting time, Standing rooted to the spot. Perhaps one day you’ll learn To get on the road And into the headlights Of a truckload of realisation, That may, somewhat ironically, Bring you back to life. For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “My Prayer. A poem.”

Vice. A poem.

A tightness in my torso In my arm and in my jaw Unlike anything I’ve felt before (Maybe indigestion, it’s a start) Everything I know says fit Healthy, young of heart This dreaded feeling I confess Grips me harder than the vice Squeezing life from my chest For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Vice. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Beach Morning

Photography, poetry – why not, I say? 😊 Cheers Steve Beach Morning. A poem. Rainbowed cloud and Circuitous seas Casting ancient wisdom Like dice upon the shore For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available inContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Beach Morning”

Depression Is. A poem.

I always work so hard, you see, With such effort and resolve. Working towards my lofty goal, Another problem I can solve. Setting the bar too high, it seems, But reaching every time. Again, a pinnacle achieved And a feeling so sublime. But then the mighty outcome, The success which I have craved, Turns outContinue reading “Depression Is. A poem.”

Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 18

Hi all, Over the last few weeks I’ve been posting some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. This is the first campaign I started sending summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Some of the summaries may be dull,Continue reading “Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 18”

A Loss. A poem.

I feel the absence The missing jigsaw heart That once made me whole And now makes me hole I feel every teardrop Every rip and tear Every shake and rattle And every distant sigh I feel the darkness These clouds and storms That weather and wither My very being An emptiness That can’t be filledContinue reading “A Loss. A poem.”

Angry. A haiku.

You make me angry: Your choices and selfishness Robbed him of a life. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Share. A poem.

Would that I could share this success with you? All the excess and fortune Pointing to moments unsolicited And gratuitous and circumspect All these worlds and words Of self doubt and self pity Replaced by self esteem And confidential confidence Would that I could share this success with you Even if only for one lastContinue reading “Share. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Distressed

Photography and poetry – a two for one deal, but for a short time only 😊 Cheers Steve 🙂 Distressed. A poem. Your interminable display A marriage of metaphor that Adds rings to eucalyptus fingers As the elements play out A millennium of bad hair days So stand tall and despair Oh lady of distressContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Distressed”

Sunlight. A poem.

Clouds upon an onion soul A lattice of incidental grief Whispering and blowing Winds of contentious intent Shimmering summer rays Cannot pierce this veil This black hole that crushes All in its event horizon Each season cries “winter” An icy arctic freeze Knowing no end or beginning I’m frozen in time and place But thenContinue reading “Sunlight. A poem.”

Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 15

Hi all, Over the last few weeks I’ve been posting some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. This is the first campaign I started sending summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Some of the summaries may be dull,Continue reading “Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 15”

I Suck at Social Media.

I have a confession. One that’s obvious to some, especially those who know me. I suck at social media. Social media as a forum is both a treasure and a bane. It’s an information and networking portal and a source of disinformation and anxiety. Not to mention underhanded data collection, stalking, cyber bullying and echoContinue reading “I Suck at Social Media.”

The Book. A poem.

There’s a lot of typing here, Exposition to be done. A hard fought war on grammar And literacy that’s often won. Occasionally a photo finish (A second or a third), Or an error left in print That’s obviously absurd. Another book is done And another now begun: Eighty thousand words or so, The constant toContinue reading “The Book. A poem.”

Why? A poem.

I can see your place When I turn the corner. I’m shifting gears, Downshifting and slowing, Braking and breaking To the sound of singing tyre tread And siren goodbyes. Such a short time, But what a time. And how we wished It would last and would be different From all the times before, When emptyContinue reading “Why? A poem.”

Bittersweet. A poem.

You were there You were gone We had sung Our last swan song Now a whisper Just a pall Just an echo Heard in the halls I did wrong So did you Two separate paths Two lonely fools For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Bittersweet. A poem.”

Worst Enemy. A poem.

All the hells that we conceive Nurture in our heads and breed Far worse than any promises That the end could throw at us. My greatest and worst enemy You are mine and whole in me. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and HopelesslyContinue reading “Worst Enemy. A poem.”

Damocles. A haiku.

A Damocles sword By a thin thread suspended Over all our heads For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

Vexed. A poem.

Why do you continually vex me so? And how much further Must we go? You want my ear And the rest of me Yet all I ask Is some interest In the things I do And say and need And yet that’s too much To ask, it seems Far too much For you to doContinue reading “Vexed. A poem.”

Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 14

Hi all, Over the last few weeks I’ve been posting some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. This is the first campaign I started sending summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Some of the summaries may be dull, some mayContinue reading “Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 14”

Inflexible. A haiku.

So inflexible. Time to loosen up, my friend. Just let it all go. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

These Tears. A poem.

These tears are not for you Not for the moments shared and lost Not for the conversation, trust Not for the heat and aftermath Not for a future that’s now dashed Not for the glass I raise to you Not for the player, now the fool Not for the one who got away Not forContinue reading “These Tears. A poem.”

Spoke Too Soon. A poem.

Perhaps I misconstrued The intention of content Perhaps I spoke too soon Perhaps I failed to see The disappointment in your eyes Perhaps it will always be Perhaps the fear inside Amplified the angry tide Perhaps it’s best Not to reason why Perhaps I spoke to soon For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Spoke Too Soon. A poem.”

Together. A poem.

How can you be? In a universe of complex biorhythmic uncertainty, Where chaotic tides dance And random polarities flicker Like afterthoughts, Where silken geometries Defy natural orders And ebb and flow and dance To fundamental and existential microcosmic transmissions You are the one thing That makes sense Part of the subtle weave That binds bothContinue reading “Together. A poem.”

The Wait Outside. A poem.

The wait outside With city lights and vacant looks Of passers by and wannabes Perhaps the tune we’ll sing tonight Will change the course of mediocrity And reverse this season of discord With discourse so ebullient That fire and ice could not compare And could not even try For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “The Wait Outside. A poem.”

Laugh. A poem.

It builds, it shudders Creeping its way up From gut and soul Slicing through proximities Of weariness and ennui Now Surging up so easily No Marathon or Thermopylae Stretching wings of fearsome resolve And filling our worlds With promiscuous promise. I laugh with you Like no other. For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Laugh. A poem.”

Hanging on a Message. A poem.

Hanging on a message And a welcoming tone So distinct it’s almost surreal And blistered ears and eyes With next to no regrets Should seek its welcoming crèche As a baby seeks a bottled breast And the fulfilment Of a cherished goal For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out PoetryContinue reading “Hanging on a Message. A poem.”

A Letter.

Hi SS, I know you’re not going to read this. I know these words are simply an elegy sent out into the wires, read by strangers and not the intended. I had never before connected with anyone the way we did. We saw the best and, ultimately, the worst of each other. The ending, likeContinue reading “A Letter.”

To the Ground. A poem.

Reap the whirlwind of your faith The circuitous tirades and malcontent Of a tyrant fettered in disbelief Hyperbole and untruth May it shake you to your core And tear your existential mockery of existence To the ground. #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “To the Ground. A poem.”

Night Conversation. A poem.

The ebon flame burns Long and fulsome Requited and requisite Melding two minds into one The art of conversation Once lost, now unearthed We discover the profound While digging for treasures Our holy grounds desecrated In only the best of ways For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry forContinue reading “Night Conversation. A poem.”

All Apologies. A poem.

What did I see? Mirage or destiny? Outstretched hand, grasping for life  And failing so miserably Seems you weren’t the one for me We misread the contours of the land Now what’s left is all apologies  For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly EndangeredContinue reading “All Apologies. A poem.”

Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 13

Hi all, Over the last few weeks I’ve been posting some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. This is the first campaign I started sending summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Some of the summaries may be dull,Continue reading “Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 13”

Treason. A haiku.

A treason of lies Trumped again, America Time to vote him down #BlackLivesMatter #Vote For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

The Last Word. A poem.

The last word Is a flail across my back Stripping flesh bare to bone A blood eagle worthy of Vikings Exposing heart and soul And ready for the killing thrust Your pain mingles with my own As you strike again, again And I’m drawn and quartered On the yoke Hung out to dry A pendulumContinue reading “The Last Word. A poem.”

So Many Ghosts. A poem.

So many ghosts Pleading from the past Negotiating with the future Throwing off chains And screaming from rooftops For attention in a sea Of ignorance Don’t shut your eyes and ears For these many ghosts Are deserving of respect And hope and love Or do you prefer Not to learn at all Like so manyContinue reading “So Many Ghosts. A poem.”