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Sunday Reflections and a 2001 Caymus Cabernet

Sunday reflections.

Today, I finished packing my apartment, getting ready for a move.  No rent control here, thus the cost to live in my one bedroom will increase by 100 USD at the end of my current one year lease.  Too rich for my blood.  Where to move to consumes my waking hours.  Regrettably, I am still underemployed, so my choices remain few.  This period of my life has given me time to reflect and rethink my goals.  I still want to write.  I have the contract for Light and Shadow (ah, update the publication of said novella to be after October), and I have just completed the f/f fantasy novel Shieldmaiden (Book One ~ Quest for the Jewel).  Completed writing it that is, now the round of edits and rewrites.  Then the search for a publisher.  It will be a series, and that means starting on the second soon.  The sequel is already running through my head and in my notebook.  Must get it down and saved before the move consumes my every ounce of concentration.  And I must find additional employment.  The search continues…

As a distraction, I wrote a couple of Haikus today.  If you read them, you will see that I have a single thread running through my head. One can dream?  Yes?

I have also included some photos of the supper I made for a friend who came to visit this past week.  We got to chatting and the veggies got a bit crisp, but they were still quite good.  We paired the meal ~filet mignon steak au poivre (yep pepper), proscuitto and gorgonzola cheese wrapped asparagus spears, and roasted yukon gold potatoes ~ with a 2001 Caymus cabernet sauvignon.  Other than the veggies getting crisp, the meal was delicious.  The wine was amazing.  It continued to open and soften over the course of three hours.  We dined on my small outdoor balcony on a warm Pacific Northwest evening.  Now that is how you celebrate friends!

Supper on the balcony.

2001 Caymus. Soft and Rich.

Haiku ~ Saddled

Taken bare and wild
the ride consumes the rider
until spent and sore

Haiku ~ Awakening

Virgin cries of pain
evolving trills of pleasure
His redemption found

Haiku ~ Sublime Feast

Wet lips touch salt sticks
of liquid on soft velvet
and linger in pools


Breathes there a man who knows the wind
and the seas as they swell and rise

Breathes there a man who knows the moon
and her vengeful tug at the tides

Breathes there a man who knows the thrill
that rides on the seagull’s cries

There breathes a man who knows his path
under the velvet star lit skies


For the coasties all…

Haiku ~ 100 Degrees

Sweat stains on cool sheets
Wet kisses on swollen lips
Summer interlude

WIP ~ Shieldmaiden

An excerpt of a work in progress.  From Shieldmaiden, a f/f fantasy.

Bryn did not go directly to the others.  She walked through the stand of trees and back out to the open ground, where she waited for Meydra to join her.  Meydra descended silently, then stood in front of Bryn.  Her scales shimmered in the moonlight.

“What keeps you awake little sister?” Meydra asked, her voice soft and low.

“The sound of my own heart beat,” Bryn replied.  “It has been lonely for so long.  All these years, I held Thalynder in my heart believing it was she that stilled the wild beating.  I know now that was not the case.  It was you that stilled my wild heart, you that calmed my distress, and you that sang me to sleep.  This is truth.”

“That is not what is keeping you awake,” Meydra said.

“No,” Bryn said, and then took a step toward Meydra.  “I question my reasons now for bringing Thalynder on this journey, for it has grown too dangerous.”

Meydra bowed her head, and Bryn placed her forehead between Meydra’s eyes.  She reached out and placed a hand on each side of Meydra’s cheek.  They stood that way, dragon to human, alone in the moonlight, for many long minutes.

Keeping watch over the Standing Stones of Stenness, a lone dragon felt his heart glow with a peaceful warmth.  He began to sing, and the song lifted into the air and made its way south toward the heather moors of the island of Hoy.  His song was heard by Coeur de Fer, Prince Malcolm’s fire breather, and he opened his heart to hear the soft melody as it spoke to him of the now lost pleasures of flying without purpose.  He glanced out across the open plain and saw Caraid look down from her perch on a high hill in the North, her gaze fixed on the little stand of trees where the dragon riders slept. Her voice soon joined that of the distant dragon, and together they filled the night with a soothing melody; a dragon song of peace that filled their hearts with joy.

In the moonlight, the figures of Meydra and Bryn let the song wash over them as they stood obscured by their own light ~ one that rivaled the moon herself.

Endless Cycles

What made me think that this was any different
than all the times

Promises never made but implied is the mistake
I make over and over

I listen but never really hear when the words
change to leave me

I give my heart every time and it beats
hard in my chest for


Summer ~ Haiku

gossamer tendrils
float lightly on broad shoulders
seafoam caresses

Sunset ~ Haiku

silhouetted sky
a painter’s vibrant palette
Nature’s miracle



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