Sunday #Poetry: Mid Winter

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Mid Winter” Carolyn Crosby Wilson IF I were God, I’d mould hills rolling low, Smooth them and shape them, sift them deep with snow, And scatter them with furze that they might lie Softly, against the wide deep-tinted sky. In slow caress my forming hand would…

Sunday #Poetry: Woods In Winter

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Woods In Winter” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. O’er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracing…

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

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…

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,…

Your Best Ever #Halloween Playlist

I have a confession. When I was a kid, we didn’t celebrate Halloween. GASP! HORROR! Trust me, I know. I won’t go into the whys of this; suffice it to say there were no costumes, no candy, no decorations, no creeptastic music. This dearth of spooky spirit lasted until I was old enough to take…

Sunday #Poetry: Three Witches, from Macbeth

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux Three Witches – Macbeth ~ William Shakespeare A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.                 Enter the three Witches. 1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.        2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the…

Shades Below Grimoire: Banishing Spells

First published on ParaYourNormal (November 2,2015) **NOTE: Although based on existing spells, the spells in the Shades Below series were created for entertainment only. They are not intended for use in performing actual magic.** In a city like San Francisco, there’s no shortage of things that go bump in the night. In my urban fantasy…

Sunday #Poetry: Smoke

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Smoke” ~ Erica Jong Smoke, it is all smoke in the throat of eternity. For centuries, the air was full of witches Whistling up chimneys on their spiky brooms cackling or singing more sweetly than Circe, as they flew over rooftops blessing & cursing their kind….

Sunday #Poetry: Witch Wife

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Witch-Wife” Edna St. Vincent Millay SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me!…