Hail Thrice Great Tahuti!

An ambitious title I think to myself dear reader, but a note to the ‘Lord of Holy Words’ (as inventor of writing and the arts) is rather appropriate at this time. Being endowed with complete knowledge and wisdom he is kept rather busy with all manner of business. Here’s hoping he answers. Tahuti (ancient Egyptian)…Read more Hail Thrice Great Tahuti!


My story of an Alchemist and his daughter was first aired in Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt Flames #writephoto, it was entitled Ignis. The short tale can be read on many levels, with alchemy at its heart. The simplest definition I can find so far of this venerable art comes from Cherry Gilchrist’s book “Alchemy:…Read more Blueprint

Bear – Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Dec. 10/16

My response to LindaGHill 's Stream of Consciousness prompt. I haven't indulged in a while, so this is a wicked pleasure. Linda's prompt is below: It’s Friday today, and this is your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Life is crazy, isn’t it? Between being glued to the news and doing everything I can to avoid it, I’ve…Read more Bear – Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Dec. 10/16

Ancient Bloodline – Moonlit # writephoto

My response to Sue Vincent's Thursday photo prompt Moonlit #writephoto. Nothing grips the imagination more than the spectre of the Vampire. It’s inhabited the inner landscape of our psyche for millennia, perhaps tens of thousands of years; seducing and repelling in equal measure. This fearsome creature of the shadows touches upon many deep-seated fears surrounding blood,…Read more Ancient Bloodline – Moonlit # writephoto

The Seafarers’ Bones

They repose in quiet dignity, bones bleached by the elements. Remnants of a bygone age. Holding memories of warfare and salt hardened fisher folk. The waves cry mournfully, "why have you abandoned us?". There is no answer. Voices have been dimmed, lights have been extinguished On moonlit nights pale figures haunt the shoreline; eyes laden…Read more The Seafarers’ Bones