why yes, i do garden, how did you know?

I could try to craft a torturous metaphor

Of the impending frost

That will reach deep into the ground

And the hearts of all things

Or I could sit in the sun

With a knife

And a bucket of onions

IMG_2109Onions wait for no metaphors

Gardening is bad for egos and good for onions.


For more growth and ego-puncturing, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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Gratuitous Self-Indulgence

Behind the mind’s curtain

Words frantically tumble

Into and out of place

That perfect combination

To transfer to duller ink

But sometimes

I just have to say-

Who’s a good boy

Who’s a very good boy?

IMG_2033You’re a good boy. Yes, you are.

Doggie.


For more adorable animals, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Still Life, With Freezer

Wild blueberries come into season

With wild bears

A much safer gathering

Is the 50% off sale

At the local box store

(Enough cream and

You won’t even taste the

Freezerburn)

IMG_2087A harvest worthy of the finest southern exporters

Practicality is just as worthy a companion as romanticism. Tastes good with cream, too.


For more practicality and romanticism, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Of Impossibilities (And Other Trellises)

So many people speak of things that can’t happen

In hushed tones of sincere smugness

That we decided to soothe

One of the smaller impossibilities

A minor god

In a major pantheon of

Closed doors

Our soil – infertile

Our weather – inhospitable

The first year even the crab grass retreated

It is a slow wooing

Of small things that shouldn’t be

Manure, trellises, and time

There is bedrock beneath us

And still these small blossoms

Open their impossible hearts

IMG_1997Persistence is the mother of possibility

Impossible dreams must be carefully tended.


For more persistence, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Watercolours

There is something less than real

In the way the storm swells

The edges are less sharp

Blending into the undercoat

A landscape more watercolour

Than acrylic

The eye creating the distinctions

That no longer matter

IMG_1359The softening before the storm

I’m fascinated by the way water plays in shaping the sky and the landscape.


For more blurred horizons, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.