“Try”
Find that extra inch,
the last iota of love,
compassion, patience.
Steve D
Find that extra inch,
the last iota of love,
compassion, patience.
Steve D
You make me feel.
You take everything that could be real
Steal it away
Make it unworthy
You’ve cursed me
and I can’t reverse these
Feelings.
I’m under your sway.
Your spell. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #61 – LOVE”
Chapter four of my short fantasy series, “The Grand Mythos of Úr’Dan” is now available on Wattpad.
“Gó’Dan’s Form and Aeth’Ún’s Formlessness” is a short but sweet story about one of the Vaia choosing to help another out of love.
Genre: fantasy, high fantasy, mythic fantasy
Chapter Blurb: Now that the First Four Vai’ad understand a little more about each other’s power, they must work together to survive. This short chapter describes how one Vaia’s choice to help another created a key feature of the world of Úr’Dan.
Series Blurb:
Every world has its folktales, but even folktales carry a part of the truth. Follow the first beings in the universe as they try to bring order and life to their home. Witness the creation of the vibrant world of Úr’Dan, and the fantastic creatures who live there. Based on the unique fantasy universe of the novel, The Warden of Everfeld: Memento.
Go to Wattpad to read it for free: https://www.wattpad.com/story/163684352-the-grand-mythos-of-%C3%BAr%27dan-volume-one
Steve D
While wandering around Baltimore Comic Con last fall, I happened upon a large vendor table playing metal music and loaded with vivid artwork.
There I met guitarist Josh Schwartz from A Sound of Thunder, a metal band based Northern Virginia who had just released an album and accompanying comic book.
Josh is a nice dude, they’re a local band, and they’re clearly into storytelling through their music. So of course I picked up the album. And it’s fantastic.
Every time your smile
bursts into a little laugh
I can’t not laugh, too.
Steve D
Having a son has taught me a lot. I’ve learned how to put a diaper on a baby tight enough that they don’t pee around it. I’ve learned the various phases of infant defecation. And I’ve learned that making my son smile for the first time—and I mean really smile, not a muscle reflex—is one of the most fulfilling moments of my life.
But I’ve also learned that being a dad is really just an endeavor in ego-feeding. Very caring, loving, and dare I say selfless ego-feeding. Continue reading “On being a Dad, and Also being Selfish”
Once in a time span,
we connect in love, laughter,
a cascade friendship.
It’s sort of romantic the way old friends can connect with each other. Even after a decade or more, I still manage to find little sparks of humor and love with people I do not always see or interact with regularly. There’s a certain comfort in that, but also a sad longing. I think both of those feelings contribute to a more content life.
Steve D
As I sat reading through one chapter of my beta manuscript, with the Saints-Falcons game on in the background, my dog, Teddy, laid next to me. He was curled up in his favorite fleece, huddled against my wife’s side. Snuggling on the couch is his favorite pastime. Continue reading “Happy 4-Year Anniversary… to My Doggo Teddy!”
The fine company,
a symphony of clinking,
a love-filled kitchen.
Steve D
When did the word ‘love’,
Become profanity?
In this, my time of insanity,
I lose sight of what makes sense;
Since when did caring and concern
Become sins deserving of penance? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #172 – Profanity”