Believe. A poem.
I look out on the world And this is what I see Hatred, isolation No lands of the free Racism, extremism division shore to sea Religion not religion Corruption on high Intolerance and power In a man full of lies … Continue reading Believe. A poem.
Drawn 2. A poem.
Drawn 2 your flame 2 ashes reduced 2 rise again 2 return & burn Drawn 2 this fate For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The … Continue reading Drawn 2. A poem.
Free Map: Not-so-General Store
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 one is grid-less, ideal for virtual tabletop … Continue reading Free Map: Not-so-General Store
Free Map – Labyrinth Tunnels
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 week: Labyrinth Tunnels I drew this map … Continue reading Free Map – Labyrinth Tunnels
Laidback DM – Theater vs. Grid
As a DM I like to run combat different ways. Sometimes it’s with miniatures and pawns on a 1-inch square grid. Sometimes it’s all in the imagination, what we like to call ‘Theater of the Mind’ (TOTM). Here’s the pros … Continue reading Laidback DM – Theater vs. Grid
Back. A poem.
You went away Journeyed far Through flaxen fields And bauxite dust History replayed Without rewind moments A tenseness between Interspersed with Rear view lightness And sanitised propriety A photographic record Of colours and hues Revealing the distance You’ve come and … Continue reading Back. A poem.
Hysteria. A Haiku.
Your hysteria Does not make you rational Or remotely sane. #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. … Continue reading Hysteria. A Haiku.
Laidback DM: Pawns vs. Miniatures
When I run face-to-face (IRL for all you young whippersnappers) role playing games, I like using a grid and pawns for combat (that’s not to say I don’t like using Theater of the Mind – I do, I just prefer … Continue reading Laidback DM: Pawns vs. Miniatures
Laidback DM: Products for Sale!
Hi all! Far be it for me to spruik for a living, but hey – it’s how I make a living now. So, here are some of my role playing game products available on DrivethruRPG in print/PDF/digital formats. You can buy any or … Continue reading Laidback DM: Products for Sale!
Upstart Photographer – Mural
I love to take photographs. I love to write poetry. Here’s both, all in one. Steve 🙂 Mural. A poem. Rippled reflection An imperfect memory Casting its gaze Upon the flocks below An endearing shepherd Without judgement Or recourse Offering … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Mural
Laidback DM – Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 19
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 … Continue reading Laidback DM – Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 19
A Writer’s Prayer. A poem.
I slowly turn each page And every emblazoned word That lights the air In a breathtaking display Could not be any more Resplendent than it is These are my words And whether kind or cruel Winsome or fulsome They are … Continue reading A Writer’s Prayer. A poem.
Embrace. A poem.
I remember your embrace Enfolded and ensured Encapsulating all and nothing Bittersweet and banked upon Softly sweet and silky smooth And as fettered and lasting As a dream I remember your embrace And the downy remorse That feathers every memory … Continue reading Embrace. A poem.
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 … Continue 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, … Continue reading Sometimes. A poem.
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