bravery falls in the dead of night

When silent lay the caterwauls and wails and deathly faint drop foot-falls ‘cross the floor our hero dwells on all that quest entails and once again he contemplates the door. The lock secure, the wood and screws and nails, could they withstand a battle-axe, or more? Could they hold up when enemies assail? The thoughtsContinue reading “bravery falls in the dead of night”

when she says she loves me

he says he loves her and I ask again about her website it’s just a way to make money, he says it’s nothing she’s smart – a business woman a genius her own boss he says they’re going to get married on a beach and run barefoot into the surf afterward she’s the only oneContinue reading “when she says she loves me”

night of the fighter

sweat stains the floor as blows on body land the howl from ravaged throat of watching fan electric neon suns glow from their stands and cast a mighty shadow of this man who with a heart of iron’s steely hand with feared renown that cross the county spans whose stature proud and noble, fierce andContinue reading “night of the fighter”

Amethyst in the House of the Sons of Erick

I don’t recall exactly what reason brought me to Roland’s house that day in the fall of my nineteenth year. More than likely I was meeting up with his sons so that we could set off on some type of mission of fun and mischief. Roland had raised three sons, and the eldest two wereContinue reading “Amethyst in the House of the Sons of Erick”

Lester’s lot

the ballad of Lester Littlefield wide-eyed night bellman is alive and thriving the smell of parkade concrete in warm and heavy summer night air the soft thrum of adult alternative echoing through the cavernous surfaces of a hotel lobby curling dumbbells in the long shadows of an abandoned fitness centre doing laps in an emptyContinue reading “Lester’s lot”