Happy #Christmas!

“HAPPY, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man  the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!” – Charles Dickens

Sunday #Poetry: Christmas Bells

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Christmas Bells” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled…

Sunday #Poetry: The Holly King

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “THE Holly King” Anonymous The holly and the ivy, when they were both full grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown. I AM the Holly King, Lord of the Waning Year. You may know me as the Green…

Fresh Monsters

Originally posted on Mythical Books (March 23, 2015) “EVERYTHING HAS BEEN THOUGHT OF BEFORE… THE PROBLEM IS TO THINK OF IT AGAIN.” – JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE I was asked an interesting question the other day. I was out with a couple friends and another woman I had just met. Upon finding out I write…

Sunday #Poetry: A December Day

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “A December Day” Robert Fuller Murray THAT’S no December sky! Surely ’tis June Holds now her state on high Queen of the noon. Only the tree-tops bare Crowning the hill, Clear-cut in perfect air, Warn us that still Winter, the aged chief, Mighty in power, Exiles…

A Sense Of Place: Fort Mason

Originally posted on Writing In The Night (June 27, 2014) Those who know me know I value my day trips. Writing is a solitary business. Most of my time is spent at a desk, swigging cold coffee and tossing back Ibuprofen to combat lower back pain. What can I say? It ain’t always sexy, folks….

Sunday #Poetry: I Heard A Bird Sing

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “I Heard A Bird Sing” Oliver Herford I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember. ‘We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September,’ I heard a bird sing In the dark of December.

November, 2017

2017 is winding down… November marks the time I officially start prepping for the end of the year. Many of these preparations are fun- Thanksgiving, Christmas trees, hot chocolate and family time. Others are a little more tedious: year-end bookkeeping comes to mind. The gray weather and shortening days give me an urge to reflect,…

Sunday #Poetry: The Vampire’s Gift

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “The Vampire’s Gift” Jody Azzouni I expected bats, fangs, the usual openmouthed coffin. Instead he woos me with poetry of a sort: “Dreams are baggy shadows bursting their skins each dawn and colorsplashing the mornings” Why I fall for this, I don’t know, But we do…

Featured Character: Seneca Lynch

authors aren’t supposed to have favorite characters. It’s kind of like parents having a favorite child. In my case, though, I can’t help it. I do have a favorite. His name is Seneca Lynch. He is one hundred eighty-two years old. And he’s a vampire. Lynch has been living in my head for so long…