— Poetry, Writing —

Book Hoard

Because books are doors to magic. There is a place that I can go Where I can make the summer snow. I can make the winter bright And make the sunshine in the night. There is a place that I can hide While the bigger boys play out side. There I can be as strong… Read More Book Hoard

— Poetry, Writing —

Deep King

I think I know where this one goes, or at least which world of mine it belongs to. It was not one I expected to have a prophecy. I hope you enjoy it whichever world it came from. Then wakes the king from slumber Like a babe new-born And challenges the darkness And ushers in… Read More Deep King

— Poetry, Writing —

A Tremble of Light

Somewhat later than I intended, but a little bit of light for your day. I hope you enjoy it. The candle light now trembles In the growing gloom. The hand that holds it wavers It shows so little of the room. Yet other voices whisper Both with hope and fear And the candle is still… Read More A Tremble of Light