Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
War
Black Sun
The bright sun struck three The black sun struck twelve From there It was only screams From there It was only hell ~ They fled in droves They begged for mercy They all were massacred Bargained for time Betrayed their own A mad and twisted herd ~ Spoke not in words but tongues And nobody … Continue reading Black Sun
Argnierre’s Lament (a song, 2021)
Argnierre's Lament (a song) Yon summer hills ‘round which stand our golden grasses, They twirl, they fall, and lie still upon the ground. The wind she howls the blades down into the valley, She cuts across the waves like a storm on the sea. ~ Their flags were flown all snapping around in the thunder, … Continue reading Argnierre’s Lament (a song, 2021)
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 2: Returning
With a thick finger, Svenne jabbed at the north of Freelandr. “Inquisitors been comin’ in all along the northeastern border with Rendt, mostly the foothills so far. Nobody knows where they are holin’ up, but it ain’t hard to tell where they’re goin’. Spearbury . . .” She traced her way south. “Grayridge, Suntusk—
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
(Cover by Radu Muresan)(Special thanks to: MK, GW, CN, Rob, Ritika, and last but certainly not least, my editor Rosemary) ~ Note from the author: This series is intended for mature audiences. It has themes that some may find disturbing or unsuitable for children. Exercise proper caution when sharing the story. Apart from that, I … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
The Island (a short story, 2017)
The Island (a short story) “Excuse me, Ma’am?” Behind the large desk at the other end of the room, leafing through an intimidatingly large pile of reports and other assorted sheets on a holodeck, was a stiff-looking woman in her early forties. She wore a rather extravagant Armani pant-suit, with her long brownish-gold hair tied … Continue reading The Island (a short story, 2017)
You Won’t Need This (a short story, 2017)
You Won't Need This (a short story) The air in the blue-block waxed thicker with the scent of serenity. The heaviness of it was almost suffocating. My hands busily scrawled away at a leaf of parchment, using a strange carbon-tool I’d found some time ago. There was something eating at me. Sleeping underneath the mist … Continue reading You Won’t Need This (a short story, 2017)
