Life Essays

Where the lovelight gleams…

Two days till Christmas, and the gifts I can’t give are the ones I wish I had. Cancer laces the path of my family, it’s left it’s scars on me and my mother, it’s taken my aunt and my grandfather, now it crawls it’s way through my grandmother’s body and there is nothing we can do to stop it.

Outside the night grows darker, on occasion I hear the crack of wood as the ax connects. It’s an old rhythm, one that’s tangled within the song of the mourning doves roosting in the old oaks and the singing of the floorboards as I pace the home I grew up in. I remember the place as it was; the organ in the kitchen, the delicate glass lamps, an old record player below the TV stand. I remember Lawrence Welk and Sesame Street and being loved. Ghosts and memories, nostalgia is an old wound that never heals…

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Original Poetry: Winter’s Return


Winter's Return

Happy Solstice to all of you in the hemisphere for it. Hope your December is treating you well. I’m looking forward to the days growing longer, though I do enjoy my starry mornings…

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The Geekery

The Geekery: Report #01

I’ve been struggling these last few months with everything deciding on a balance between keeping a blog that showcases my work and one that appeals to me on a more… nerdy level. It can’t all be book reviews and poetry, vignettes and photography- because that’s not true to who I am. I considered starting a secondary blog for it, but I don’t update this one enough as is, so forget that. Then I asked myself why I was putting these limitations on myself; this is my blog, after all, I can make of it what I want.

You see, here’s the thing, I hate love to write, feel naked without my camera, and obviously I read, but I’m a third generation gamer, whose grandmother got an Atari soon after they were released. She taught me how to hold a joystick, how to play Pong, how to avoid that damn shark in Fishing Derby. My mother gave me the gift of Super Mario Bros. and Duck Hunt, my father Dragon Warrior and Shadowgate, and both of them played Legend of Zelda. There were copies of Silver Surfer and Thomas Covenant laying around the house, and anime was just starting to be aired on American television…

OK, OK, so what am I trying to get at here? I’m a nerd, all those things that are shoved under the umbrella of geekery I am into. And it’s no fun pretending I’m not. I have role-played a High Elf (A Chaotic Good Warlock Moon Elf whose patron was Lurue, in case you were wondering) in Dungeons and Dragons, I have gone to anime conventions, I have written fan fiction for obscure pairings like Gippal/Baralai (Final Fantasy X2) and Nick/Greg (CSI), I have sorted myself in a Hogwarts House (Ravenclaw) and discovered my Patronus (Newfoundland Dog). I imprinted on Matt Smith as The Doctor, and haven’t been able to love anyone more then him except David Tenant but only when he has Martha. I always have a towel, I watched The Return of the Jedi on VHS until the tape stopped working. I reread the Lord of the Rings every year and have watched the original Peter Jackson trilogy more times then I can count. Every Thursday you’ll find me watching Critical Role (and Tuesday Talks Machina), I am a nerd, and I love it…

Below the cut is talk of Thor: Ragnarok, World of Warcraft, Death Stranding, Jurrasic Park, Oceans 8, and Dark Phoenix. Warnings include: Mild Spoilers, a love of Jeff Goldblum, bitterness over the Horde, and the occasional curse word.

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