Twelve Suns: Prologue / Compendium of the Dark Age |
----this is no longer the working prologue for Twelve Suns------ Llewellyn's eyes beamed. Boundless and clear, as if to glimpse the sky through polished amber. "What's this?" she asked. Her fa...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:35:00 GMT |
Silent Light - a poem |
For far to long I've heard your voice dance in silent lightBridged between a distant wire, I chase you like a flying kite.as you rise upon unceasing windYou tease the clouds with graceful fins And as ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 06:07:00 GMT |
The Book Im Writing - Twelve Suns |
For the past year I've been writi ng a story calle d ' Twelv e Suns' . Thoug h It's a ways from being finis hed I wante d to start posti ng excer pts of it on my blog for you guys to check out.Th...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 12:15:00 GMT |
Twelve Suns - what is it? |
Long after the apocalypse, humans have finally emerged from their underground cities. Through this time they have changed, not only in the flesh but in thought. They look above to look inward. They a...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 14:27:00 GMT |
A Beautiful Poem |
I usually don't post other peoples stuff but this poem struck me in a way no other piece of art has - it may not rhyme but it certainly resonates. I Go Back to May 1937 (from The Gold Cell) By Sharon ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 17:41:00 GMT |
The Life of an Apostate |
You see your past across the chasm. Beautiful faces, beautiful minds with beautiful dreams. You see the rope bridge swaying in the wind and its empty, it always is. Your eager eyes never drift f...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 15:54:00 GMT |
About a girl. |
Your intellect is the narrow point, the focused shadow of an eclipse that all men wish to be encompassed in. Your beauty - the final totality, the Halo of Fire - Inscribed upon their eyes, blinded in ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 15:34:00 GMT |
Left In the Dark |
When your left in the dark everything is suspect. Tho the perceptions cease, the sensations persist. In this state a hunch is as good as anything. Your emotions mimic an unmarked compass spinning in c...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 14:40:00 GMT |
See You Soon - a farewell story |
This clutter invades the space I envision you. This place that slowly mimics and mocks the condition of my mind. Nothing is where it should be. The fridge is a living, decaying calendar. The stench of...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 17:55:00 GMT |
Winter Tree in the Summer Sun - a poem |
I feel as if a winter treebathed in the summer sunUnnatural warmth in a desolate placewhere snow drifts and cool winds runYou begin to lift this winter chillSoon the frost ,melts to spillDown into the...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 01:46:00 GMT |
