Revisiting a post written many years ago, which has also since appeared in the Inner Circle Writers’ Magazine—it’s about one of Tolkien’s most famous characters, but explores him in a unique way... As with many…
Rebecca gleaned back at the shore, one last time. A slight twinge of fear entered her breast. Like Lot’s wife, she swore not to look back, and just like Lot’s wife, she broke that promise.…
I’m standing in the cell where my husband had spent the last three years of his life and despite my resolution to remain firm; I cannot hold back the tears. I succumb to emotion, allowing…
They say a monster lives in the bell tower of Notre Dame. They say he is hideous to look upon, that his skin is melted like the wax of altar candles, as if fire, hellfire,…
Notes: The following is my loose retelling of the 14th century alliterative Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, the narrative of which was reworked by me under the influence of J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord Dunsany, and…
I enter the cemetery and follow the all too familiar winding paths. Overhead the jets taking off and landing at Hobby airport assault my ears with the roaring of their turbine engines. The anterior graves…
Homer was born at Smyrna, or Chios, or Colophon, or possibly somewhere else. He lived either in the eighth century BC or in another century, may or may not have been literate, and might or…
Off the Coast of Bar Harbor, Maine Present Day The old man lit his pipe. He shook out the match, tossed it away and took a drag. He adjusted the old sailor’s cap on his…
Notes: The following is my loose retelling of the 14th century alliterative Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, the narrative of which was reworked by me under the influence of J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord Dunsany, and…
I am both Christian and Pagan for the Divine knows no bounds I am known as Mary of the Gael I am the Queen of generosity, for Christ dwells in every creature I am the…
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