Alleys. A poem.

Wandered the back alleys of my mindTo this dead end, I arrivedMystified how I lost my wayAnd wondering how I’d get out againLabyrinths are vast and ill-definedBewildering, confusing, by designAnd none provide a straight road home Just when you know you need it most For more poetry, click here.

Space Marines. A poem.

And we descendUpon the patchwork scene belowBackpack thrusters filling the airWith poetic fire While the gibbous hordesMock and tease and gesturePunctuating the dark withErstwhile curses and lamentations And unholy gunfireFor when we arrive We will cleanse this clotted landUntil this dark born heresy is no moreBolters and flamers to purifyIn the name of our emperorRecliningContinue reading “Space Marines. A poem.”

Splinter. A poem.

Time moved on and so did IBut every fleeting momentI feel the splinter A vestige of youBurrowing to my head and heartSlicing as it goesAs tenderly as a razorAnd as comforting as a viceIf I had a needle I’d thread a camel through itAnd gouge that splinter outTo leave all thoughts of youBehind for goodOrContinue reading “Splinter. A poem.”

Free Map: Surly Sewers

Time for a free map! I love drawing maps for Dungeons & Dragons adventures. I have far too many, though, so I like to give away my hand-drawn maps when I can. This map comes is grid-less, perfect for Roll20, Fantasy Grounds or Foundry! Surly Sewers There’s always a sewer under every major fantasy cityContinue reading “Free Map: Surly Sewers”

Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 17-18

Hi all, I previously posted some warts-and-all email summaries of the ‘Curse of Strahd’ campaign I ran in 2017. It was the first campaign I sent summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Here’s the follow up campaign – 2018’s ‘Tomb of Annihilation’. We used experienceContinue reading “Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 17-18”

Tomb of Annihilation: Week 15

Hi all, I previously posted some warts-and-all email summaries of the ‘Curse of Strahd’ campaign I ran in 2017. It was the first campaign I sent summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Here’s the follow up campaign – 2018’s ‘Tomb of Annihilation’. We used experienceContinue reading “Tomb of Annihilation: Week 15”

Fractured. A poem.

A fractured existenceBroken bones/broken heartEnduring, crawlingStriving to forgetOn splintered limbsForged in pain and regretTime heals allBut feel the filigree linesAll cracks and calcified Where movement grindsAnd creaks and groansTo melancholy rhymeReminded constantlyTo heal, one has to hurtBreaks and sprains, a legacyThat never truly mendsAnd never truly diesNostalgically Shattered bonesAnd shattered dreamsObtuse perspectivesRegrown but never straightEveryContinue reading “Fractured. A poem.”

Tomb of Annihilation: Week 14

Hi all, I previously posted some warts-and-all email summaries of the ‘Curse of Strahd’ campaign I ran in 2017. It was the first campaign I sent summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Here’s the follow up campaign – 2018’s ‘Tomb of Annihilation’. We used experienceContinue reading “Tomb of Annihilation: Week 14”

Vacant Block. A poem.

Here lay a vacant block,Strewn with the detritusOf travellers, neighbours,And vagrant necessity. Overgrown and empty,Awash in a sea of cynicalDisregard and circumstance.You found it there,A fine purchase, almost lost In the crowd of lotsAnd auctioned showpieces.You bought the block and builtIt up, like Rome in a day,Or perhaps Pompeii.A vacant block, reborn,Renewed and reconciledAnd broughtContinue reading “Vacant Block. A poem.”

Another Day. A poem.

Another day and dollar downIn the exhibition of yearsTrials and tribulationsMeted out like punishmentsConfined and minimisedResigned and popularisedAnd every walk aloneIs a walk nearer the edgeThat threatens to toppleMansions to the groundAnd make mountains From molehills So I persevereResilience found and lostAn erstwhile friendIn a heart-shaped boxTime and time and time againI wander throughAnother dayContinue reading “Another Day. A poem.”

Advice for the Young at Heart…Stuff for Beginner DMs

I see a lot of Tweets asking about advice for new Dungeon Masters (DMs) or Games Masters (GMs) – which I will henceforth refer to as DMs. Rather than answer the plethora of questions there, I thought I’d do one consolidated response here. A caveat before I begin: even though I am what you wouldContinue reading “Advice for the Young at Heart…Stuff for Beginner DMs”

Primal. A poem.

I rise to the occasion Dragged forth from Primordial ooze Fashioned from mud And precocious instinct Who are you to say Who I am or who I should be Just because I’m not The way you envisioned me I am primal Forged in fire and fission And I will Rise to the occasion For moreContinue reading “Primal. A poem.”

Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 11-12

Hi all, I previously posted some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. It was the first campaign I sent summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Here’s the follow up campaign – 2018’s Tomb of Annihilation. We used experienceContinue reading “Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 11-12”

Wounded Heart. A Poem.

Alas my wounded heartLimped homeward from the warThe bayonets dug deepRevealing every jaded flawMy long recoveryMany memories to store A traumatic state of mindInfected deep within my coreAlas my wounded heartOne day you’ll rise againTo walk the fields of No Man’s LandEvery thicket, every fenWhile the bed holds you immobile Dreams filled with there andContinue reading “Wounded Heart. A Poem.”

Weightless. A poem.

The core of beingScooped out Like ice creamLeft to melt it seemsOn the kitchen side Sugary, sticky residue The uncomfortable remainsOf purpose and memoryJust a smearWeightlessA hollow shellA phantom Walking hallsSandwiched covers onA pageless memoirA fiction without meaningWithout character Revealing all and nothingLeft in betweenWeightless For more poetry, click here. To find out more aboutContinue reading “Weightless. A poem.”

Juxtaposed. A poem.

How can one’s surrounds Be such aching bliss Where all the light and shade Should meld as one, sublime? Yet inside, the cloying dark; The whispers and the thorns That tear a soul apart And leave the shell to die? For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for theContinue reading “Juxtaposed. A poem.”

The Riddle. A poem.

This riddle: This trial of decay Has shaken me from my Wide-eyed stupor And recruited me To a war of consequence Where life and limb And bold indecision Bear me back To suffering and pain Until the riddle’s solved I play and lose the game For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “The Riddle. A poem.”

Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 8-10

Hi all, I previously posted some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. It was the first campaign I sent summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Here’s the follow up campaign – 2018’s Tomb of Annihilation. We used experienceContinue reading “Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 8-10”

Winged but Won’t. A haiku.

See them spread their wings; The implicit irony Is they never fly. 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.

Essence. A poem.

The essence of your smile Wrought with heavy heart And tempered word Would smite me where I stand And deliver me to chaos Where misdirected logic floats Wildly on a sea of chance For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Essence. A poem.”

Still. A poem.

I think of you still And wonder whether you’re still you Wandering through routine and habit and ritual Each picture perfect rainy day in May A pallet mix of awkward reds and blues I should know better Because hindsight is clearer in the rear view Because everything that leaves us bitter Must have happened forContinue reading “Still. A poem.”

Crash Course. A poem.

This is a crash course In crash courses (Life is funny Like a cartoon Slapstick, yet profound And breaking your heart) This is a crash course And this train wreck Is just about to start For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly EndangeredContinue reading “Crash Course. A poem.”

Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 6-7

Hi all, I previously posted some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. It was the first campaign I sent summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Here’s the follow up campaign – 2018’s Tomb of Annihilation. We used experienceContinue reading “Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 6-7”

I Do. A poem.

I long for a reprieve From life and death Misery and regret All the hooks A chorus of fools Making me sing along As if I had a choice to Oh, wait I do For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered andContinue reading “I Do. A poem.”

Face to Face. A haiku.

Face to face, again. Faced with reality, we Shrink back in our shells. 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.

Purge. A poem.

Purge yourself Of every eloquent dream And existential monument To what was and could be Purge yourself So your bulimic brain Can watch those thoughts Cascade down the drain Purge yourself For all the bad and good It will and won’t do for you So you can stand renewed Purge For more Poetry, click here.Continue reading “Purge. A poem.”

Vacant. A poem.

Vacant look, vacant head If only I had dreams instead To fill my airy, vacant head And put this emptiness to bed. 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 findContinue reading “Vacant. A poem.”

F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.

You F$&@ed me over And under And in between Just a waste paper memory Consigned to a basket Of inconsequence And suddenly I’m not there And never was I was just your forbidden fruit Turned too ripe and rotten For consumption And suddenly You F$&@ed me over For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.”

Recycle Me. A poem.

I, the scrap, On a detritus field Of tumbledown moments. I, the waste, Along with the stains And bitter reprieves. I, the torn, Of paper cut truths And angst-worthy solemnity. I, the scrap Rusted, bent, broken And, finally, discarded. Recycle me, But without The endless drama, Bad decisions And bitter irony. So, I may BeContinue reading “Recycle Me. A poem.”

Salt Mine. A poem.

My salt mine Is mine and mine alone I’ll mine this salt For all its worth For it’s mine and mine alone If I am worth my salt If it’s all mine and mine alone I’ll mine this salt Until I’m done With my salt mine For more Poetry, click here. For more of myContinue reading “Salt Mine. A poem.”