And so on this day A poem, shall have she For promises stand And our word, but are we When darkness shall fall Worry not, she’ll beguile And light up the room With naught but a smile From nowhere she stamps She spins and she stirs Painting life’s purpose The blims and the blurs Once … More The One
But Mom! Says the little girl, pouting about To the woman, Who feels left than thirteen ‘Twas Tom! The girl cries, as she wrestles and shouts Pulling hair As she’s acting so mean Have I grown? Asks the mother, all riddled and scared To herself, For yesterday seems Like she was Just the poor little girl … More Life Flitters By
Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army I am conflicted. Queen Jocasta has recalled our armies to Clarmont. All of them. Each and every weary, exhausted regiment is to report to this tiny speck of a village in an attempt to regroup and finish what we began. My conflict stems not from my duty to … More On the Eve: 8
King Jordain She knows exactly where my heart lies. Buried deep within that sheath of angst, she knows the truth. She knows I cannot raise my blade to her. This foolhardy campaign is fueled by her insatiable desire for revenge; her misguided malfeasance. Yet reality continues to elude her. The entirety of her army’s morale rests … More On the Eve: 6
Favian, Royal Record-Keeper & Historian of the East The West shall never comprehend the world the way we Easterners do. What ire could have possibly made Jocasta think she could overtake us? The East and West have co-existed, as agreed, for twelve winters now. Why is she suddenly afflicted with the desire to destroy? I … More On the Eve: 4
To our beloved co-worker Shannon, oh Shannon, where goes the time? Are you seriously entering year thirty-nine? I think it’d behoove you to look and go see If your card has arrived from AARP Today marks a day that we all often fear For every birthday adds yet one more year Not all that … More Happy Birthday Shannon!
Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army We have taken refuge in Clarmont, the first safe village we crossed following our withdrawal. If one can even call it a village, that is. There is little more than battered huts and peasant farmers here. Far less than what one would deem an ideal location for which … More On the Eve: 3
I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m so afraid. They’re here. The Germans. They’re retaking the city. They’ve launched an overwhelming counter offensive to regain control of Sicily. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. My God please help me. Please, I’m begging you. I can hear the gunshots outside. I can hear … More Love & Loss: 11
My attempts to join the fray went unheeded. Father said I was crazy for suggesting such a thing. He says the passions of a baker’s daughter aren’t strong enough for war. Adam makes it a point to make sure the bakery is well-guarded and equipped for whatever may come through. Or whoever, I should say. … More Love & Loss: 9
July, 1943. Sicily. He was here again today. Adam, the handsome soldier from the US 7th. I can still see his blonde hair, the sparkle, shimmering as the setting sun’s light reflects off his golden locks. He came into the shop today and asked for bread. His unit was most hurried, as there seemed to … More Love & Loss: 3
How the World Should Work 