Recent Blog Posts
July 2021 Catch-Up: What I’ve Been Working On
It’s crazy to think that July is almost over! There are so many things that I keep adding to my to-do list, but I want to take the time to look back on everything that I’ve done and am in the middle of working on. To keep things in perspective and help me stay...
Headspace Review
I wasn't sure what to expect when I first signed up to be an ARC reader of Headspace, but this book sucked me in on the very first line and never let me go! Astra is a young woman who prefers reading to people and doesn't like to take risks. She's an unlikely...
Eragon Review
Eragon is a novel about a fifteen-year-old boy of the same name. He lives a relatively simple life - minus being the only one in his village who still dares to enter the Spine, an area that everyone believes to be cursed. One day he finds something there that will...
Missing Pages
I must have missing pages Or perhaps the cover's blank. Maybe the title is misleading Or it could be just a prank. The words might be misspelled Or blurred before your eyes. Punctuation, for all I know, Mayhaps does follow lies. It's possible,...
Silent Killers
If I roll my eyes one more time, they're liable to roll away for good. So, I suppress a sigh, roll my shoulders, and keep facing the path straight ahead. Ignoring my comrades, for the time being, might be the only means of preserving my sanity. "I must say,...
Buds of Spring
Blood-red drops On ashen trees Soon give way To newborn leaves. All at once They seem to burst In a race To blossom first. Spring is here! But for how long? It will bow To Summer's song. Read my latest poems, "Behind a Smile" and "Momentary...
Wejel: A Common Currency
I’ve had this idea for a while now of writing background info posts about Eran’s world, Bedoria. Maybe even some character interviews. My notes have been getting expensive as I build this world with religion, politics, history, legends, cultures, etc. There’s...
Timeless
Chetera Moswid is still as a stone across from me, his forehead deeply furrowed and his chin resting against his chest. Even in sleep, he looks stern and disapproving. Incurring punishment isn’t a novelty for me, but this, this being watched and followed every...
Behind a Smile
A simple motion A curve of lips Not knowing what it costs It's my devotion Following scripts Ignoring broken parts What is a face If not a mask To hide away my pain? A lonely space An empty cask The place of my domain Too many voices All...
Momentary Butterflies
Momentary butterflies That flit up through the air They die as they reach the skies I wonder if they care? Born of heat that feeds on death Their mother consumes all They fade as they touch the earth She flickers as they fall. When their mother fades...
Tackling a Tirips
My knuckles are white as I grip the blankets beneath my chin. I clench my jaw and stare at the curtains swaying over the end of my bed, the moonlight casting eerie shadows over the wall and floor. The rapid thump, thump of my heartbeat seems to echo as I...
Transparency
A warm breeze strokes my flushed cheeks as I scrub the hot stones of the courtyard. The afternoon sun burns my aching arms as the swoosh, swoosh of my wiry brush echoes in the otherwise still silence. If I focus, I might be able to make out the distant sounds...