Life is Change – What Losing My Father Has Taught me

Let’s talk about change, which is to say let’s talk about life, because that is what life truly is—a never ending cycle of inevitable change. Continue reading


Typing Cicadas

I wear self imposed blinders everyday Reassurances meant to block out all uncertainties Dreams of better kept out by the darkness of security I cannot witness the dark side of not knowing But neither can I be tempted by sumptuous paths of possibility Occasionally the blinders slip, and I panic Struggling to put them back … Continue reading

Father’s Day Thoughts

This may be a little early, but I found myself facing this weekend dreading it. So, I fear if I wait I will never be able to write these words, and maybe in their writing I can make my feelings concrete and color them differently. Ever since I was grown I always wanted a family. … Continue reading

A Daily Pardon

Shrill and alarming the morning starts With pre-loaded sounds screamed from tiny speakers I stumble though the same motions I did yesterday The day before, and the one before that More automaton than man I ride a steel beast through streets of noise Dodging danger and accidents, on hostile roads And yet at the same … Continue reading


Thin is the smile I paint over my pain Yet I paint with master strokes So there are many that will not see Only those who are also good at hiding Blending the emotions of their face perfectly To let others know that they are ok When truly they are as far from as they … Continue reading

The Wild Orchid – Chapter 2

Iyani stretched and leaned back against the mast of the Wild Orchid.  She had returned hours ago, and had immediately begun work on the ship.  The work was fast, and after only a few hours she had returned the sail to working order.  Sinta had dropped by for a moment or two earlier just to … Continue reading

The Wild Orchid – Chapter 1

Read Prologue here. Caradin laughed heartily spinning the wheel of the large airship deftly, another powerful fire spell barely missing the bow of his ship as it lulled impossibly to the left.  This was when the wild dwarf was the most alive, and he always had the briefest feelings of invulnerability.  And why not, he asked … Continue reading

The Wild Orchid – Prologue

Shadows danced across the wall of the underground tomb as a torch cast back the darkness. The man holding it had a hard time keeping his hands from shaking, even as he continued forward. He knew what he must do for his master, though it might tax his courage. The hallway he was in opened … Continue reading

Grasping at the Past

When we are children the world stretches before us Time seems infinite Experiences repeatable indefinitely What is there shall always be there Even though we are told the truth Shown it in every form that life is finite We cannot understand how that can be When we, in our youth, feel invincible As I’ve grown … Continue reading