Empress of Eternity: A Lord of the Rings Poem
A Lady of Light A Woman of Water A Sister of the Stars A Daughter of the Dawn. - With sun woven in her hair Spills light Into even the darkest of nights. - With…
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When All Other Lights Have Failed: The Christmas Message and The Lord of the Rings
There was a huge hubbub of anticipation in Palestine before Jesus was born. All sorts of people rising up and gathering some followers and saying that they were the messiah and then getting killed…
All Over Again: A Doctor Who Story
Clara leaned against the TARDIS railing and watched as the Doctor leafed through the books on the new bookshelf, muttering in dissatisfaction and tossing them to the floor. She considered asking him what he was…
Enchanted Melodies: A Fantasy Music Review
I have a soundtrack for just about everything. Whether I’m outdoors or indoors, crazy or sane, ready to drop dead or bouncing off the walls; you name it, I’ve got background music for it. So…
The Sacred Heart in NYC
Blaring horns and traffic signs, Yelling vendors, waiters seating. Amidst the noise of New York City The Sacred Heart of Christ is beating. – Downcast faces, murmurs, frowns, Ragged clothes and aching feet. Among the…
Your Planetary Self
Let the birds take your clothes Let the waves undo your holding back Let the vines unravel your tired mind And the earth savour your sweat and tears. Let your stories burn off like rising…
Christian or Pagan?: An Analysis of the Religious Influences in British Literature and Lore
Recently an article went up on The Atlantic by writer Colleen Gillard titled, “Why the British Tell Better Children’s Stories.” A friend sent it to me today and I will admit initially to…
Creation of Rinamathair
In the beginning there was Nought. Nought was the beginning and the end, the nothing and everything in one. It was the vastness of space between stars and atoms, but at that time, there were…
Winter Fae
The winter has been long and cold, and springtime still seems very far away.I sit here snuggled in the warmth and dream about my childhood, and the fae.How I miss glowing embers, underneath the flaming…
Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar
“Are we there yet?” “Balthazar, you know the star hasn’t stopped moving yet,” grumbled an older man. “I know, I was asking the star that,” quipped Balthazar. His older comrade merely rolled…