Locked away in a stone tower rest of the world fades becomes dim memory time loses meaning becomes shapeless days nights spent in solitude differentiated only by whether I read precious books by sunlight falling soft through windows that no longer open or dancing candlelight by this halflight I read the words of Tennyson and … Continue reading A Tale of Two Towers-Christine Ray & Eric Syrdal
I forget that not all of you know that about a year and a half ago, I co-founded a teeny, tiny publishing company with the amazing Kindra M. Austin. We made a commitment to ourselves from the start that we will only publish books that we love to read. When I say that Eric Syrdal's … Continue reading Your Next Must-Read Book: Pantheon by Eric Syrdal
I am very grateful to have been invited to participate in this beautiful collaborative piece in 2017. Thanks to Eric Syrdal at My Sword and Shield for organizing this project. Eric: By night’s dark embrace I light these candles of petition and speak unto my heart on my knees in the moonlight Hear me oh … Continue reading Petitions (A Collaborative Piece)…
Locked away in a stone tower rest of the world fades becomes dim memory time loses meaning becomes shapeless days nights spent in solitude differentiated only by whether I read precious books by sunlight falling soft through windows that no longer open or dancing candlelight by this halflight I read the words of Tennyson and … Continue reading A Tale of Two Towers-Christine Ray & Eric Syrdal
Locked away in stone tower rest of the world fades becomes dim memory time loses meaning becomes shapeless days nights spent in solitude differentiated only by whether I read precious books by sunlight falling soft through windows that no longer open or dancing candle light by this halflight I read the words of Tennyson … Continue reading A Tale of Two Towers-Christine Ray & Eric Syrdal
Two of my favorite writers and human beings spinning epic verse.
Oubliette
The march began on meadow land,
where I keep house ‘neath abiding sun.
The march began, and
begot
a shadowing plague—
a swelling wake.
Of heaviest heart
bound to an iron weighted fate
t’was in a blanket of
frost
wrapped a bitter cold
ancient blade
War drums fused with beating of hooves,
quickening. Quickly, I donned my steel—
took up arms to greet
my foe.
My lea, made tundra,
sparked flame in me.
Dreams of the past
like crackling tinder, fueled
bone upon bone, grinding
piston steam
a great war machine moved
making deep runnels in the earth
building upon dirges in my head
Antecedent episodes of
kinfolk carnage, unforgotten
has now begotten
the Great Rise—
Hearken!
The dead do toll, and
vengeance is nigh.
Up from the earth
rising on a chorus of black wings
an unkindness masses
takes flight
a carrion feast!
they will sup upon…
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Brave & Reckless 