Laidback DM: Free Map – Ruined Tower and Crypts
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: Ruined Tower and Crypts Here’s a map … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Ruined Tower and Crypts
Poets Loved: Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes.
Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes. Here’s the little dressmaker on her knees at your feet, mouth full of pins: fixing you in the dummy’s image. Your belled satin shivers like a goblet of fizzled brut– You wanted it late in life, … Continue reading Poets Loved: Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes.
Upstart Photographer – Rock
I take photos. I write poems. Chalk and cheese. Not. Cheers Steve 🙂 Rock. A poem. Rock of ages, how do you stand so firm and undeniable, when every dog has its day with you? For more of my poetry, … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Rock
The Music in Me. A poem.
Why the sadness, the music tugging at heartstrings in pizzicato fashion, stretching my angst beyond reproach? Why the darkness, flowing in a syrup-like tsunami, to swallow my horizons and the shoulder I’ve hung my head upon? This rhythm and rhyme … Continue reading The Music in Me. A poem.
The Crowd. A poem.
From there, upon his pedestal, he lingered longingly on the crowd surrounding him. Dialogue and dialectic, commentary and whimsical surprise, his cult of personality awake and on the rise. But fate is fickle, as is the crowd and it passed … Continue reading The Crowd. A poem.
Laidback DM: Free Map – Mountain Monastery
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: Mountain Monastery Nothing like a remote mountain … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Mountain Monastery
Poets Loved: Fame is a fickle food. By Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food. By Emily Dickinson Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past … Continue reading Poets Loved: Fame is a fickle food. By Emily Dickinson
Glass. A movie review.
Minor spoilers! Glass is the sequel to Unbreakable and Split. It’s the culmination of one journey and the start of another. It’s really good, and deserves more appreciation than it’s gotten from some critics. M. Night Shyamalan is an auteur … Continue reading Glass. A movie review.
Castaway. A poem.
Poker-faced, a nascent clarity before my eyes; while behind confusion and regret in tides, that while away the dawdling time. I seek to speak but find no words to fill the vacant mire that fills this space with more pregnant, … Continue reading Castaway. A poem.
Rope. A poem.
Tease this silver filament, an ambit claim on every foot, squeezed and cajoled through calloused hands. Climb this tensile fibre, climb until the heavens bloom and your body retches from the unyielding pressure. When you reach your goal, set free … Continue reading Rope. A poem.
The Garden. A haiku.
Water flows freely In the garden of delight Washing you in sin What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely … Continue reading The Garden. A haiku.
Laidback DM: Free Map – Serial Killer Inn
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: Serial Killer Inn The party stops overnight … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Serial Killer Inn
This Maze. A poem.
This maze we walk, denies a bitter truth. Our fingers trace its periphery and yet still we walk in circles. If escape is what we truly yearn then perhaps there is no maze at all. Or perhaps the maze is … Continue reading This Maze. A poem.
Writer Interrupted: Young Classics
An excerpt from a response I did for a Uni YA writing course some time ago: Do you have your own private classics? Name one. Why do you call it a classic? What do you think makes a children’s or adolescents’ … Continue reading Writer Interrupted: Young Classics
Divides. A flash fiction.
This is a short fiction I wrote for a Uni subject I completed a while back. Enjoy! Cheers Steve 🙂 Divides. By Stephen Thompson. My mother is dusting. The feather duster she uses swishes lightly over the mementoes and photo … Continue reading Divides. A flash fiction.
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