I don’t want to go with you, light of the moon. I have been passed from hand to hand, a ring forged from the heart of a star. At night, … Continue reading Poem: The bitterness of Étaín
Remember how we watched the ebb tide steal the white shells from the shore? Yes, we were one, then, when the moon forged a silver searoad on the clamorous waves. … Continue reading Poem: Midhir speaks to Fuamnach
You want to be found on your lonely lake, and so you close your eyes and rise from yourself to walk in another’s dream. You don’t forget your harp, … Continue reading Poem: The Dream of Caer
Aonghus pined for that dream: the woman with her harp, her soaring voice that spun songs from the spindle of the Otherworld. He thirsted for sleep just to see her, … Continue reading Poem: The Dream of Aonghus
You know that story: We read it in high school English. An artist languishes on her couch one bleak season, waiting for the last leaf on the wall vine to … Continue reading Poem: The Last Leaf
Over the grave of your griefs, you assemble every cure: That shy plant in the shadow of the fern, the unexpected kind word, a twisted root, an open palm cupping … Continue reading Poem: Airmid’s Cloak
One of my friends wrote a novel that’s quite the fun read. Here’s the review I wrote on Amazon. Psssst: You can download it for free on Kindle right now! Can’t … Continue reading And now for some product placement!