Hollow Bones

My eyes they sting The fan it spins The cat is in the yard, The water’s hot The room is not And I find breathing hard, My lip is split My jaw is stiff It’s grip is on my brain, The sirens ring The men walk in My soul begins to drain, The scans are…

Water

    Swell of the ocean building Energy spreading like grains of sand Giant wave of antiquity barreling towards the edge of the Earth, grand Between shore and tide veins of magic reside Little glimpses behind the veil Betwixt mist the power trails Blood of the planet, clear to sight Strengthen spirit, cleanse dark, make…

Fire

Fire Awaken from your slumber, simmering one, Old friend I know so well and miss Brimstone has surrounded you for far too long, Let your anger cool like waters kiss, I need you more than ever now to warm my frozen heart stuck in between a beat and stuck between breaking apart Set my soul…

A Journey of Self-Love Through Belly Dance

    (Though the show just recently passed I still wanted to share this blog about my little journey of dance and how it inspired me to feel whole again. Enjoy. It was written prior to showtime but with all the rehearsals and running around I present it to you now). Photo by Bradley Marshall…

Question of the Bard

Mountain, so heavy, pressed into the Earth, Rocks die, turn to diamonds, they know not their worth, Grapes gathered in barrels and crushed till they weep turn into the wine that the wise-man drinks deep, To forge a strong sword first the metal must melt, Liquid turns to solid then blows must be dealt, Soft…

Breaking the Habit and Keeping the Balance

Human beings are creatures of habit. We’ve heard this phrase countless times throughout our lives. We validate it every time we rise in the morning to shower, brew coffee and make it to work by punch-in time. In all seriousness we as a species find comfort in routine. Until it begins to grow sharp pointy…

The Age of Graphic Novels and Manga

Today was a dreary, gray, muggy day in Miami, Florida. This of course gave me the perfect excuse to take cover from the elements at our local bookstore. I brought along one of my younger cousins visiting from out of state who shares my same passion for pages, words and dare I say it, pictures….

The Wonderful World of Fantasy Writing & Art

I by no means am an artist. I don’t even know how to draw a straight line with a ruler. This does not mean that I lack a taste for art. I was actually raised amongst a home full of fine artists and have been exposed to the sharp smell of oil paints and turpentine…

The Old Victiorian House of Riley

Hello Blogland, We have finally reached the month of July together. It’s that time again for summer heat, bathing suites and BBQ’s galore. I should say that after a bit of a turbulent first half of the year things seem to be winding down to something more enjoyable. Writing has of course come greatly into…