“We have been here before today, haven’t we?” The question was directed to me, yet I wondered who the “we” included. I guessed perhaps not me, or not just me. For I never was here, on my own or alone … Continue reading
Princes and Kings call themselves “orphans, widowers, beggars,” to get themselves rooted in the dirt” Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching: A Book about the Way and the Power of the Way, Ursula K Le Guin, pg. 164 We were so … Continue reading
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Our medical thriller collaboration got released on Kindle last night and made it straight to No 1 spots in several territories and categories, including the US and Canada and off course in medical thrillers. Thanks to…
In case you haven’t heard, I’m releasing a book of two fantasy novellas on May 21! Both of the novellas, Towards the Light and The Mad Quest, were written in response to Sue’s #writephoto prompts. I’m sure you are all … Continue reading
The portal through which all the others have passed – except ghostly Enkidu and forlorn Gilgamesh – shimmers and fades. My brother – his twin – fades… And he and I… and then only I am left alone in the … Continue reading
This was the tree where David and I met after school. He was the sweetest boy I ever knew and I always imagined that one day we would get married and have lots of children. It never occurred to me … Continue reading
The bulldozers screeched to a halt and Mr. Ingalls yelled for the foreman of the job. “Please turn off your engines. I can’t hear myself think. Mr. Swanson where are you?” “I am right here, what is your problem, Mr. … Continue reading
“Can’t stop,” said I, dashing through the corridor. “I’ve got to paint celery…” “Can you help me with my skin?” “Sure. I’ll just grab the pins…” There were a number of puzzled looks, as if to say, ‘she’s finally lost … Continue reading
* … “Strength of my sword-arm,” continued Fiachna, “destitute and decrepit though I now am, I have a treasure hidden away. I never dared dream I would live to pass it on to Cuill’s son.” “Fine will be the gift … Continue reading
Petals unfurling Even on the darkest day Beauty will shine through
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