Upon the cross, through time inured You gave Your life, so pure and true. For mankind’s untold sins and strife, You left this world when time was nigh. Beyond the pale of man’s disgrace, bequeathed the world eternal grace. I … Continue reading Eternal Grace. A poem.
Whence does this darkness dwell? This foetid blight that weighs down consciousness and soul. The ebon pool that hampers thought and confounds me to my core, that pounds upon my limpid door until my head is filled to burst with … Continue reading The Pool. A poem.
“In truth, I never consider the audience for whom I’m writing. I just write what I want to write.” J.K Rowling. “You have to follow your own voice. You have to be yourself when you write. In effect, you have … Continue reading Finding My Voice
The street cars and sweepers, bird twitters, sidewalk seekers, beyond my pane and pain are my riotous alarm call, a doctor’s silicone grip bidding me to womb’s exit to face gelidity again. Trees shading the low-cut sun, her rays breaking … Continue reading Morning Glory. A poem.
Kanji sprawls in her hovering portachair, its suspensors struggling under her weight. Her spiked durasteel right arm dwarfs the other, whose musculature is networked with ridged veins. “So, boss”, she says. “How long until Chao gets here?” Johnston stands at … Continue reading Anvil. Part 17.
via Save the Poet! The All or the Nothing is my e-book of poetry. Click on the link above to find where you can download it. For poetry lovers and endangered poets everywhere! Cheers Steve 🙂 Continue reading Save the Poet!
Time to move to the beat of a new rhythm, oscillating to the pounding of hearts and minds, lost in thought and wandering at the significance of it all. This, the new drum of existence: the tempo, cadence, meter; the … Continue reading New beat. A poem.
No spoilers! Dwayne Johnson’s new movie is a cross between Die Hard and Towering Inferno. Despite the derivative premise it manages to be a successful homage to those movies and once again shows why Johnson is the world’s leading action … Continue reading Skyscraper. A movie review.
Standing on this scarp’s edge, a precipice, keen and lofty. Stare down with me at unknowing depths, where new enigmas await, an insinuating breeze. Dive with me, together; let the blossoming currents, those flowers of fate, guide our way blindly … Continue reading Diver Down. A poem.
No spoilers! Marvel pumps out another enjoyable superhero sequel. Amusing but non-essential viewing. Paul Rudd (Scott Lang/Ant-man) and Evangeline Lilly (Hope van Dyne/Wasp) reprise their roles from Ant-man, along with Michael Douglas (Hank Pym) and motor-mouthed Michael Peña (Luis). Along … Continue reading Ant-Man and the Wasp. A movie review.
Talk Talk like you want to: let your velvet expletives fly free like the breeze. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poetry, some of … Continue reading Haiku Friday. Talk – a lone haiku.
Fingertips slide Along the patina of your skin Seeking gullies in which to hide Crevices, creases and other things Sketching highlights far and wide Feeling their way with rarefied touch Until they whisper to the underside Until they’re lost and … Continue reading Fingertips. A poem.
I was always a square peg, out-of-place in round holes with all the rounded souls. An outsider striving to make his way inside, always locked out in the cold. A perpetual stranger, dwelling amongst strangers and stranger things, I’d wager. … Continue reading Square Peg. A poem.
Hiya all! It’s been a while since I reviewed any tabletop role playing games (“What the?!” I hear you say. If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, check out this link here). Without further ado: Vagabonds of Dyfed This … Continue reading The Laid back DM – Mini-Reviews
The cataclysm, the implosion, the thing that left me frozen. Eking out existence like a hermit crying “why?”, wandering through a wasteland, a prisoner doing time. The aftermath, a dawn, rebirth, the world that to me opened. A brand new … Continue reading After the Cataclysm. A poem.
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