We’re going to start reblogging and/or linking one essay, article, or blog we find interesting, emotive, or hilarious each Wednesday, because sharing is caring.
Taking a few steps away from the last reblog Wednesday, this week I’m highlighting a site I stumbled upon recently: Zen Pencils. Continue reading “Reblog Wednesday – Zen Pencils”
The thunder calls
to it
or it
calls the thunder.
Lightning blinds and falls
ready to tear us
asunder.
The lurking fear is
here. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #55 – Lovecraft”
Maybe it’s the control.
I have none, everywhere else,
Too far to worry about losing myself,
In a whirlwind of emotion. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #54 – Sooner Than Never”
Grief sobbed out in stereo
We, the worried, march,
Like ants, in single file,
Like the guilty, on trial,
Towards the sorrowful;
The mourning;
It’s too early in the morning,
For this much ritual. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #181 – Death”
Mostly this is a response to Stevie’s ‘What Inspires Me To Write?‘, because I didn’t know what I wanted to post today. Please bear with me while I ramble… Continue reading “Inspiration: A Conversation”
I’ve lost myself again
trapped in what I can pretend
is real and not imagined. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #28: Mazes”
I begin this post by scowling at… shouting at… giving a shout out to Stevie D who nominated me for this thing. I am thrilled. 😉 Continue reading “Blogger Recognition”
Lie To Me
Tell me about the sanctity of nature,
Of respect and perseverance,
When machines decimate land and sea
In the name of progress, advancement, and greed. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #4 – Belief”
We have a publishing imprint! Jessie and I have officially founded (wow, that’s a big word) Evening Satellite Publishing!
Evening Satellite Publishing will be the imprint for all of our print publications in the fantasy and sci-fi genres, including The Warden of Everfeld: Memento and Jessie’s as yet unnamed sci-fi novel. Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: We Have an Imprint!”
Busy bemoaning bygone bacon
Accepting my own agreement and actions
Cursing carne cut off creating cravings –
Oh no, oodles of woe
Nighttime now needles me with noms neglected. Continue reading “And Now: An Ode To Bacon”
Evening Satellite Publishing 