A Thought for Every Word

Archive for September, 2012

Light and Shadow and other things

For my readers who have checked out my m/m romance stories, both Scar Tissue ~

check out some cool stuff on Scar Tissue here:

and A Pharaoh’s Promise (find it here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15703643-a-pharaoh-s-promise), a new novella is due out at the end of the year.  Light and Shadow will be out by the end of December, again published by Seventh Window Publications, Thanks! Ken!  It is my second novella with Seventh Window, and I am so excited to see it come to fruition.  It started out as a story about an abandoned lighthouse, then blossomed into a romance about the Lighthouse being renovated and the owner, a self described recluse, finding love of another kind, in the form of an artist visiting the small coastal town.  The Oregon coast, where this story takes place, is a part of the U.S. that is steeped in Coast Guard lore, lighthouse ghosts, and romantic wind swept beaches.  This story takes place in a small coastal village with an abandoned and neglected lighthouse.  The lighthouse is purchased by a slightly jaded, and disillusioned, architect from Los Angeles, looking for a new start.  He finds what he is looking for in the lighthouse ~ and in a tourist, who is also looking for a fresh perspective.

Fresh perspectives are something I have been looking for myself for a while now. This year I have written, A Pharaoh’s Promise, Target Acquired,  Light and Shadow, as well as a f/f fantasy, Shieldmaiden.  Shieldmaiden is the story about a young Lady in Waiting that discovers her true calling when she makes a pilgrimage to her ancestral home located in the Orkney Islands.  Her destiny, joined to the dragons that rule the skies over Scotland, finds her leading a small band of clansman to fight the invading Norsemen.  Her love for her Princess, tempts her to give up her true self and follow the Princess into a quite life of Keeps and inner court trivial pursuits.  Her decision ~ to stay and claim her birthright, or go home with the Princess ~ will affect the future of Briton. Love or Country?

I continue to write the Haiku that drives a sensual mind, and I hope that all my readers continue to enjoy, or otherwise feel moved by my work.  It is not always a happy or uplifting thought I wish to evoke.  Sometimes, the pain or angst that a piece evokes in a reader is more powerful than a pocketful of posies.

Until we meet again, be of sound mind and clear thought…



Irrationally, she reacted to the inconsistencies of disparate memories of her youth.
She chose to remember a more lively, sweeter existence than there actually existed.
She wished only to see the peaks that were her happiest days.
She blotted out the real life decrepitude.
More is the pity.

When she was younger, all was well, her mother told her so.
Then tragically, or so she thought, death defined her.
Death of a parent, so young they said, was tempered by tears she forgot to shed.
They wondered why, so did she, and that was the mystery.

She is unfeeling, they cried.
She is uncaring, they sighed.
She is young, they decide.
Memory, will reside, in a heart full of question.

It was many years later, that she finally believed.
The truth she remembered, was wrong and ill conceived.
Battered and abused, used and tossed aside.
She had not realize she was glad when he died.

The nights no longer haunt her.
The daylight no longer frightens.
The moon no longer whispers.
The sun…it now enlightens.

Seven Souls

The heavy transport
rolled over hardened sand
carrying a precious load.
The tire blew, the transport shook,
then tumbled off the road.

Over the edge of the precipice
the boys began to fall
down to the ground below.
Flag draped coffins, seven the count,
filled the cargo row.

To finally rest
in familiar earth
fulfilling one last commitment.
Their last jump, seven souls did make,
in a star filled firmament.

Dedicated to the Seven… Iraq: Sept 10, 2007. 1st Squadron, 73rd Cavalry Regiment, 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division, out of Fort Bragg, N.C.

A Soldier’s Mother

When he told me he was leaving,
I cried for a while.

When he told me he was settled,
I sighed and I smiled.

When he told me he was outbound,
I worried for a time.

When they told me he was coming home,
I ached deep inside.

He went where he wanted.
He did what he felt best.
He believed he was right.

How could I protest…

Being Human ~ a collection of haiku

bittersweet taste of
impatient raging hormones
lost virginity

children come and smile
a parent’s gentle comfort
middle age beckons

empty nest at last
remembered tearful goodbyes
life begins again

dreaming of spent youth
old photos cry disbelief
paper thin recall

whispered final words
unkempt sorrowful faces
an angel cries aloud

a life cycle told
in words that cannot explain
a human drama

Requiem ~ Haiku

a life cycle told

in words that cannot explain

the human drama

Final Curtain ~ Haiku

whispered final words

unkempt sorrowful faces

angel cries out loud

As Time Moves ~ Haiku

dreaming of spent youth

old photos cry disbelief

paper thin recall

Top of the Ladder ~ Haiku

empty nest at last

remembered tearful goodbyes

life begins again

New Spring ~ Haiku

children come and smile

a parent’s gentle comfort

middle age beckons

Tag Cloud

%d bloggers like this: