We long for a less-than-guarded conversation, as conventional as that may seem in times as conventional and guarded as these. A dual of wits and natures whereby intent is disguised and discursively dismissed as quickly and as slowly as it … Continue reading A Duel. A poem.
The bell rings (or tolls, or so it goes) and I’m under fire again rushing into no man’s land without a weapon or a plan. A last minute dash, as if it were all she wrote (and perhaps it is … Continue reading Due Date. A poem.
Air currents Blowing the humidity Beyond mere degrees Fan blades Circulating hungry thoughts Along with captive desire Sweat and sin Recuperating In the steamy night To ply the gulf stream One more time For more of my poetry, check out … Continue reading Steam. A poem.
Photos and poems. I never tire of them. Cheers Steve 🙂 Nightwalk. A poem. Stone beneath toes, wrinkled, yet timeless. Glistening darkness, an envelope for thoughts sublime or unkind. Theseus’ lifeline into the distance: a path to follow until the … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Nightwalk
Does she sit and cry? Does she pray at night, as I? Does she feel the patina of a life less inspired? Does she mirror my repose and ask the question: why? Perhaps we are, more or less, Alike. For … Continue reading Alike. A poem.
Role playing games enable players to take part in their own ongoing TV show—a soap opera of sorts, with a growing number of support characters, a fantastic and evolving environment, and ongoing stories linked to the players’ backgrounds and adventures. … Continue reading Laidback DM: Villains – upping the ante
She was a rose in thorns abound, As cliched, it seems, as that may sound, Who grew from seeds of bitterness And contempt for those she kept around. She mastered the art of formless thought, Of tactless speech and schisms … Continue reading The Rose Garden. A poem.
You abstain in the light At night, small confessions Are saltwater wreaths Around your neck Dragging you along In a relegated riptide. This abstinence Has carved a furrow And driven conversations With shadows and mosquitoes Wondering when the light will … Continue reading Abstinence. A poem.
Time for a free map! I love drawing maps for Dungeons & Dragons adventures. I have far too many, though, so I give away my hand-drawn maps any chance I get. This week: Tinsen’s Bluff From a recent adventure I … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Tinsen’s Bluff
There are far better places to while away the time, yet we continue circling like reverse-vultures. This obtuse concrete garden (no doubt designed by Daedalus, whose Labyrinth was but a flea compared to this circus) leads us astray in every … Continue reading Airport Carpark. A poem.
The elixir that drowns is a draught without measure, a flood like no other, an unstoppable well. ‘Tis the sweetest lifeblood, and an undying treasure brings me all the more closer to the place where He dwells. For more of … Continue reading Elixir. A poem.
Oh, perilous logic, cast me upon the jagged knives of your perspicacity. Take these ramshackle emotions and reduce them to tears, aimless fears and accidental truths. When my ego is broken, my perspective becomes the precarious precipice upon which I’m … Continue reading Perilous Logic. A poem.
Time for a free map! I love drawing maps for Dungeons & Dragons adventures. I have far too many, though, so I give away my hand-drawn maps any chance I get. This week: Elemental Cruxis The party have to recover … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Elemental Cruxis
Cranky at the portents: The breeze, it smells of winter, Even though the summer Has settled in Like a squatter, rent-free, Taking advantage Of your misdemeanours. Have your eyes aged With the rest? Or are you seeing as you did … Continue reading Aged. A poem.
You stand on the cusp Of an end and beginning Afraid of your choice For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book … Continue reading Decisions. A Haiku.
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