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…

Sunday #Poetry: The Witch

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “The Witch” Mary Elizabeth Coleridge I have walked a great while over the snow, And I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, And the way was hard and long. I have wandered over the fruitful earth, But I…

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….

A Sense Of Place: The Columbarium

Originally posted on Urban Fantasy Investigations (October 30, 2015) The stern neoclassical building looked distinctly out of place in the pastel-hued residential neighborhood. It sat in all its somber glory at the end of a small cul-de-sac, surrounded by neatly-trimmed hedges and small, geometric patches of grass. Purple-leaved trees shaded a small parking area just…

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!…

Featured Character: Darius deCompostela

Is it weird for authors to fall in love with their own characters? I hope not, because I’ve always been a little bit in love with Darius de Compostela. Ever since he swaggered onto the scene in A World Apart and declared he doesn’t get involved with “hokey bullshit”, he’s had a special place in…

September, 2017: It’s Witching Season

September in California means one thing… …Hot, hot HOT. The air gets dry. The hills turn from gold to nearly white. The spectre of wildfire is always right around the corner. Just when everyone in the state is ready to cry “uncle”, the heat breaks, and the Bay Area tumbles into true fall. For me,…