Escape Book. A poem.

Texture and scent; Wafting, consoling. Old friend on empty nights, When time and tide have made A joke of sudden pretence. When every tiny sliver of doubt Is a tear working The stone of your heart – Slow and condescending Erosion of the subtle kind. The book takes you away From blithe thoughts of bitterness,Continue reading “Escape Book. A poem.”

Time is. A poem.

Time is short It stands in line, dwarfed by all the other narcissistic concepts All wanting a piece of our mind Another piece of the pie A little bit more of our Time is Wondering when it will have its Time in the sun And yet Time flies When you’re having fun And there’s neverContinue reading “Time is. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Fractured

I love to take photographs and write poetry. Sweet. Steve 🙂 Fractured. A poem. A filigree of cracks, wrinkles Upon your desiccated face Washed clean with weary salt And wind and watery grace. Your sad song that breaks This familiar salt pan patina Will last at least another age Until your twelve-bar blues Ends inContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Fractured”

Plummet. A poem.

The descent begins: That troublesome, quarrelsome, Misbegotten feeling. Vertigo in media res. The whirlpool beckoning A less than eager sailor Of depths all too familiar. Down you go again: You wish the plummet Was further out of reach. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Plummet. A poem.”

Pariah’s Game. A poem.

Fire and ice; divergent tangents Burning, steaming; circumventing logic Interconnected; beyond precedents We were one and then we lost The game that made pariahs of us both 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 inContinue reading “Pariah’s Game. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Beached

I love to take photographs and write poetry. Why not take a gander. Steve 🙂 Beached. A poem. Like an errant whale Who misjudged the moon You lie beached In objection and isolation Wondering when the tides Would carry you home But your languid, igneous soul Is too heavy for the lightness Of this seasideContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Beached”

The Rabbits’ Yard. A poem.

This yard is an Elysian Field. Where once they sneaked Like rogues into a lion’s den, Now they parade before the sun With no fear of molten wax. Well-worn trails, scented scorn, Marking passages with contempt. Reassurance and arrogance Threaten to subjugate The hallowed ground In which they stir. And yet: Indolent bodies gathered, RecliningContinue reading “The Rabbits’ Yard. A poem.”

Bottle. A poem.

Lost my bottle to a bottle, The convex bottom of Carnival Mirror Reflections Twisting and churning; The beast within the beast, Cracked Scarred Spent And as poignant as an empty Bottle. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All orContinue reading “Bottle. A poem.”

We Once Gathered Round. A poem.

We once gathered round, Before time and circumstance Dictated less than fond adieus; And bloated sensitivities Blended with simplistic vagaries, Tore down tradition And vented wholesome lies. We once gathered round, Like comrades round the vodka. When fires so honourable Simmered with every loss And every back not broken Was bent to lift the woundedContinue reading “We Once Gathered Round. A poem.”

Mummy’s Curse. A poem.

Stricken with A mummy’s curse To waste away To slough and spurt As bodies melt Into emptiness Prognosis lost And second best A life lived short And lost again Unfulfilled A sea of pain This mummy’s curse Will take you down And leave you wanting In the ground For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “Mummy’s Curse. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Beach Hut

I love to take photographs and write poetry. Scroll down, it’s waiting. Steve 🙂 Beach Hut. A poem. Lonely, yet adamant The sun sears your skin The waves beat you blind Your scarred alacrity Carries on and on Until the surf has its way And you join your Unfettered, broken brothers Prostrate upon the shoreContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Beach Hut”

Fish Story. A poem.

I wish I was a fish And could see the world Through fishy eyes And fish bowl smile With no care or thoughts To remonstrate Or percolate Within my fishy brain But my brain’s too big And far too succinct To live a simpler life It would rather sacrifice Me to myself Night after nightContinue reading “Fish Story. A poem.”

Book Store Brevity. A poem.

You were standing there And I was standing here Surrounded by the things We longed for and adored And neither of us knew (But of course we did) In our ignorance and arrogance We turned and passed away Flipped destiny the bird And wrapped ourselves up In hypocrisy and humdrum All the while wondering WhatContinue reading “Book Store Brevity. A poem.”

Murder on the Dance Floor – Dealing with Dissent in TRPG Games

What do you do when players cause dissent in your game? (And believe me, even if it hasn’t happened in one of your games yet, it WILL happen.) Here’s a few suggestions: Establishing Ground Rules Make sure you set ground rules about behaviour in your session zero, such as being respectful of others, allowing everyoneContinue reading “Murder on the Dance Floor – Dealing with Dissent in TRPG Games”

Upstart Photographer – Beach Rocks at Sunrise

I love to take photographs and write poetry. To wit: Steve 🙂 Beach Rocks at Sunrise Angular and obtuse Yet smoothed to a fine edge The grasping sunlight Illuminates your bitter curves Casting shadows like Ambit claims destined to fail Until they try again tomorrow For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Upstart Photographer – Beach Rocks at Sunrise”

Treasure. A poem.

Digging Revealing Dirt covered trinkets And broken chances Uncovered And unbecoming Times and treasures Broken and beguiling Coming to light And dark And overwhelming All sense Some treasures Are better off Buried For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The AllContinue reading “Treasure. A poem.”

Canvass. A poem.

This canvass Multicoloured Black and white Upon which I paint And scrawl and scratch A history Wrong and right A silver cord Of destiny That paints me Into a corner And yet free As summer sun and winter night For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad,Continue reading “Canvass. A poem.”

Enough. A poem.

When enough is said And it’s never enough But just enough To matter 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.

Curse of Strahd: Weeks 21-24

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 (I was a bit lazy prior to that). Some of the summaries may be dull,Continue reading “Curse of Strahd: Weeks 21-24”

Gameshow. A poem.

Sometimes, I remember you: The time, the place. Wrapped up in whimsy, In solace and solitude. All left behind In an unforgiving instant, Bereft and bellicose, Yet screaming for more. Sometimes, I remember you: But hindsight And familiarity Don’t always match The gameshow called reality. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Gameshow. A poem.”

Plunge. A poem.

Plunge Deep below Where sinking Is dreaming And thoughts Are washed away In plumes Of subtlety And sobriety And nonchalance Then, once more Take the plunge Again 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 inContinue reading “Plunge. A poem.”

Cage. A poem.

Bars you can’t squeeze through Beyond your reach, it’s true Too thick to overcome Your strength of will undone A trap fit for a king To spend your life within This cage in which you sit Is what your mind makes it For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out PoetryContinue reading “Cage. A poem.”

Upstart Photographer – Pool.

I love to take photographs. I love to write poetry. Two loves on one page. Steve 🙂 Pool. A poem I enter her creamy embrace Each stroke taking me deeper Into waters clear and profound And when I come up for air She does greet me With the rapture of a storm For more Poetry,Continue reading “Upstart Photographer – Pool.”

What Place? A poem.

What place is there For one with values In a world that values All things valueless 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.

The Turning Wheel. A poem.

Pain in body, heart and everlasting soul Amplified by every tale of hurt and loss and woe Pain that fights and tears and breaks a good man’s heart Until there’s nothing left from which to start Pain that shapes the way we grow and bend and think Pain that moulds our fears and makes ourContinue reading “The Turning Wheel. A poem.”

Proprietary. A poem.

These proprietary feelings Wrapped up and bowing out Sweeping across the space between Like tumbleweeds on a dusty street No claim to stake, all sight unseen No provision in this contract Just proprietary feelings And the thought of you and me For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry forContinue reading “Proprietary. A poem.”

Laidback DM: OP Characters and the Players Who Love Them

Every DM knows one. Some know many. What am I talking about? Players who spend their lives working out the best options to make themselves the most powerful (or “optimised”) characters in the game. But is there anything wrong with that? Here’s some pros and cons you might want to think about, followed by someContinue reading “Laidback DM: OP Characters and the Players Who Love Them”

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 (A world I never understood And want no part of Because I I believe inContinue 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 All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to getContinue reading “Drawn 2. A poem.”

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 and cons for both: Grid/Battle Mat Pros: * Precise – allows players and DM toContinue 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 overcome So glad you’re back For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,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. Click here to find out how to get your copy.

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 flowers In recompense For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Mural”

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 mine and mine alone And my world shines far brighter Because they live and breatheContinue 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 Of the loss For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check outContinue 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 Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue 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, Shooting through my brain And body and bones. Or when I see the young LivingContinue reading “Sometimes. A poem.”