song of solitude


The whisper of mist, stealing over the land like dream’s breath,

o’er ruins, a fractured tooth on the rolling hillside,

discarded and forlorn as seasons pass.

Unto all stained in russet red, gold,

chasing an enduring reflection, for evermore.


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norway-photography-32__880You’re in every new song I hear

The whisper of mist that clings to my eyelashes

Every ocean that spreads its aquiline arms in offering

And the lights that flash across the midnight shadow

You are the force field that protects me –

Against the world.


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Flight of Fancy


scotland20090521-36Clouds pass above like weightless trains
as you shyly hide among folds of emeralds,
pulling close grey hems that rustle
embroidered with white, baby pink roses
as they shift their symphony to pass through dusk.
Gravel crunches lightly under your heels
as you glide beneath stormy clouds.
Running- faster, through memory’s slippery fog
and the lane strewn with polished glass
grasping the hope of your journey’s end;
and the lonesome figure dressed in white,



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All Love

swirl-divider4I have heard that all ‘love runs deep,
like a river, deeper than the darkest sea’
built on the foundation of harsh experiences
that make us who we are-
Strength, independence, self reliance
it is a fire that courses through my veins
and gives me the strength of a thousand men.
I will never give up no matter how lost,
how scared or tired I feel
I will stay true to myself
because all love –
has to start from within.


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That Day


Do you remember the time we went looking for a ring I dropped?
You followed me blindly, peering under tables and chairs
-in a room bathed in twilight.
Knowing all along, I must have dropped it in the streets.
But still you helped me-
fatigued, crouched on small legs
wearing your grin and a defiant
sense of adventure.

That’s love.



630646_11394153_lzSalmon pink splurge over liquid blue.

A tail that flutters like an eyelash,

sinking to the grass in petulant smoke.


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*Sneak Peak!* My Book Cover

cover final_s (1)Thanks to the very talented Bonnie for my wonderful book cover design! The novel is called “Caskets of Ice”.

If you have any questions, or think I should release a preliminary chapter (or two!) out into the blog- world, then please feel free to comment below! Here is a link to Bonnie’s page so you can check out her other illustrations and general awesomeness:


Inspiration #13

littleprincefoxrose“Here is my Secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”

Le Petit Prince- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


winter fire

6942569882_b9740ed827_zI reach through;
gravel crunching like
a gingerbread trail,
past the water’s surface
of glazed ice-
the leaves breathing
frost to a cloudless sky.
I feel the rush of heat
on my skin;
flames that creep like ivy,
black smoke spitting flecks of orange
belched forth in midnight blue
and I watch;

watching it burn.


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