Zeb Goodman gets his son to write a poem
to a woman who he secretly loves
Your love is like the water
That fills my shoes on a rainy day,
With a squish, squish, squish,
Your love is like a friend I would
Share my last cookie with,
Though I'd take most of the frosting,
Your love is like a crying sister
Whose face I don't squeeze
Even though I want to,
Your love is like a dad
Who buys me ice cream
after a bad day.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
A Winnowing Sea of Green
A Hawk of brown and snowy white
Chased its shadow over the thick
Rolling hill,
That cast deep frowning shadows,
On a thick,
Dark,
Sea of Green.
Dry, swirling, smoky paths
Embraced hill
After smoking hill
And off in the distance
The bright shining sea
Sparkled like an endless jewel
Embracing the sky just upon
the horizon.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
On The Bivouac
Resting quietly by the sea shore Templeton reviewed his journal.
"Why don't you put that thing away and give us a tune." Honry said. Templeton felt the heat of the glowing stick that few past his ear. This was followed up by men's laughter.
" I'm afraid I don't work that way." Templeton said rubbing his ear.
Honry walked across to him in three giant steps and stood over him. "Too good for the rest of us blokes huh? Well out in the Bivouac there isn't any higher-ups other than the Sergent and he's a busy man. I suggest you make real good with the blokes over there." He said nodding to the other men across the fire.
" You may be depending on them one day soon and nobody likes someone whose stuck up."
"I'll be over momentarily, Templeton said. Scratching away with his quill.
Honry kicked Templeton's ink bottle on his paper. There was the sound of more laughter.
Templeton pulled back quickly bowing the paper to keep it from spilling onto his blanket.
"Enough Honry, he isn't interested." The Sergent said. If you have that much time on your hands you can see to watering the horses. Honry paused over Templeton.
"Go on." Honry smiled cruelly looking at Templeton. "Your saved this time Ami." Reaching out he pinched Templeton who clenched his teeth. Honry released him and sauntered off.
Templeton rubbed his arm and looked at the men around the fire. " Hey Ami, you play cards?" One of them asked. He was an older fellow with a scar across his left cheek that made it sag sadly on his face.
Templeton continued to rub his arm, it still smarted. He lifted his arm and looked on a reddening bruise . He rolled his sleeve down.
"I've been known to play around or two."
"Why don't you put that thing away and give us a tune." Honry said. Templeton felt the heat of the glowing stick that few past his ear. This was followed up by men's laughter.
" I'm afraid I don't work that way." Templeton said rubbing his ear.
Honry walked across to him in three giant steps and stood over him. "Too good for the rest of us blokes huh? Well out in the Bivouac there isn't any higher-ups other than the Sergent and he's a busy man. I suggest you make real good with the blokes over there." He said nodding to the other men across the fire.
" You may be depending on them one day soon and nobody likes someone whose stuck up."
"I'll be over momentarily, Templeton said. Scratching away with his quill.
Honry kicked Templeton's ink bottle on his paper. There was the sound of more laughter.
Templeton pulled back quickly bowing the paper to keep it from spilling onto his blanket.
"Enough Honry, he isn't interested." The Sergent said. If you have that much time on your hands you can see to watering the horses. Honry paused over Templeton.
"Go on." Honry smiled cruelly looking at Templeton. "Your saved this time Ami." Reaching out he pinched Templeton who clenched his teeth. Honry released him and sauntered off.
Templeton rubbed his arm and looked at the men around the fire. " Hey Ami, you play cards?" One of them asked. He was an older fellow with a scar across his left cheek that made it sag sadly on his face.
Templeton continued to rub his arm, it still smarted. He lifted his arm and looked on a reddening bruise . He rolled his sleeve down.
"I've been known to play around or two."
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
A new leaf.
After reading a blog by Mike Duran about becoming self absorbed in one's own work, I realized that I was guilty. I have been concerned with my own blog and not really considered other peoples blogs on the blogging chain I have been a part of for almost a year now. So I'm endeavoring to share more than just my prose on this site from here on.
I will share some some ideas on things I read and try and get some feedback from some of you. I'll still post prose but I will also try and add some things going on in my life as well or a book review or something in hope that maybe some of you could share some of your ideas; or at least get the word out there of some other peoples works that I have enjoyed and that perhaps you might enjoy too.
I will share some some ideas on things I read and try and get some feedback from some of you. I'll still post prose but I will also try and add some things going on in my life as well or a book review or something in hope that maybe some of you could share some of your ideas; or at least get the word out there of some other peoples works that I have enjoyed and that perhaps you might enjoy too.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Mindwave sat on the bunk of his dark cell quietly. Inside he smiled. He rubbed the back of his newly trimmed hair and over his clean shaven face. The smell of aftershave burned his nose, how long had it been since he used it? " Pretty good." He thought looking down at his blue jumper. The face of his enemy entered his mind. Captain Liberty. He could see the smug look on Liberty's face. Mindwave smiled to himself at all the times he had thought of killing Liberty. What a waste.
He wouldn't kill Liberty, he'd ruin him. He'd take away everything Liberty had ever loved. He'd make Liberty desperate. Desperate people did stupid things. In the end he would let Liberty unravel his own life. Mindwave leaned against the wall and lifted his butt up and pulled his release papers out from under his bed.
He glanced at them and the letter that came along with it.Not long now. He put his hands behind his head and smiled.
He wouldn't kill Liberty, he'd ruin him. He'd take away everything Liberty had ever loved. He'd make Liberty desperate. Desperate people did stupid things. In the end he would let Liberty unravel his own life. Mindwave leaned against the wall and lifted his butt up and pulled his release papers out from under his bed.
He glanced at them and the letter that came along with it.Not long now. He put his hands behind his head and smiled.
Monday, June 20, 2011
As they stepped into the wood they were greeted by silence. Oaks were covered with lush green mosses and greenly gray ones that looked like ancient beards. The oaks themselves were gnarled and twisted, low branches grabbed at their packs and loose clothing. It was dark with the sound of occasional dripping.
" Watch your footing," Harath said. He kicked a rusted sword out of the path. Several in thier party spat on the ground repeatedly. Andor and Roarke threw salt over their shoulders.
" What is this place?" Talis said.
" Battle ground," Urwellion said. Talis gripped his sword tightly and swallowed hard and wondered why he came.
Mindor watched his companions and laughed silently.
"You don't take to super... their beliefs?" Datalis corrected himself.
Mindor gave him a sideways glance," Why should I? I put my confidence in cold steel and quick wits. That is all I need," He said.
" You don't think their could be a sword out there with your name on it? " Datalis said.
" So what if there is, I cannot avoid the Grey Man forever." With that Mindor walked away.
After some time the path changed to switchbacks and flattened out a bit. The trees were taller and spread apart opening into a canopied grove " We'll take a brake here," Harath said. After which he heaved his pack down as did others.
A few feet on was a dried out leaf covered stream, by the stream was part of a large moss covered wall. In the middle was the remains of a tower with thick mossy stones piled around it.
"What is that?" Datalis said. He pointed to the ruins.
"Ariel tower," Andor said cutting off a bit of dried fish with a cruel looking knife.
" Who lived there?" Talis said.
"Those who lived in the city below. In their the golden age of their empire," Tendleton said.
"What happened?" Datalis said.
Tendleton opened his mouth but was interrupted by Harath who gave him a cold stare. " It's bad luck to talk about battles in woods of Ariel. This is better saved for another time."
" How long before we hit Blythwood?" Datalis said. Changing the subject. Datalis looked around, everyone rested and took some water. Most had their hands on their swords or looked in the darker parts of the wood some distance off.
Tendleton opened his pack and fished out a leather tube. He pulled the lid of of one end and hit the other end of the tube and out slid a map. Tendleton bit down on a bit of dried meat thoughtfully and spread out the map before them. He pointed to a set of switch backs up the peak called Ashren and stopped at a waterway in the head of one of the switch backs further up the map. " It's two miles up to Brathon Creek which as you know is the headwaters of the great Brathon-Alion that flows..."
" Tell him what comes after that Tendle, no one wants to hear about the head waters of Brathon. Mindor said.
Tendleton shrugged, " I just thought the boy..."
" Well I don't want to hear it."Mindor belted.
" After that we come to Blythwood." Tendleton stopped. Everyone nodded silently.
A few replied, "Aye, aye," quietly.
" Watch your footing," Harath said. He kicked a rusted sword out of the path. Several in thier party spat on the ground repeatedly. Andor and Roarke threw salt over their shoulders.
" What is this place?" Talis said.
" Battle ground," Urwellion said. Talis gripped his sword tightly and swallowed hard and wondered why he came.
Mindor watched his companions and laughed silently.
"You don't take to super... their beliefs?" Datalis corrected himself.
Mindor gave him a sideways glance," Why should I? I put my confidence in cold steel and quick wits. That is all I need," He said.
" You don't think their could be a sword out there with your name on it? " Datalis said.
" So what if there is, I cannot avoid the Grey Man forever." With that Mindor walked away.
After some time the path changed to switchbacks and flattened out a bit. The trees were taller and spread apart opening into a canopied grove " We'll take a brake here," Harath said. After which he heaved his pack down as did others.
A few feet on was a dried out leaf covered stream, by the stream was part of a large moss covered wall. In the middle was the remains of a tower with thick mossy stones piled around it.
"What is that?" Datalis said. He pointed to the ruins.
"Ariel tower," Andor said cutting off a bit of dried fish with a cruel looking knife.
" Who lived there?" Talis said.
"Those who lived in the city below. In their the golden age of their empire," Tendleton said.
"What happened?" Datalis said.
Tendleton opened his mouth but was interrupted by Harath who gave him a cold stare. " It's bad luck to talk about battles in woods of Ariel. This is better saved for another time."
" How long before we hit Blythwood?" Datalis said. Changing the subject. Datalis looked around, everyone rested and took some water. Most had their hands on their swords or looked in the darker parts of the wood some distance off.
Tendleton opened his pack and fished out a leather tube. He pulled the lid of of one end and hit the other end of the tube and out slid a map. Tendleton bit down on a bit of dried meat thoughtfully and spread out the map before them. He pointed to a set of switch backs up the peak called Ashren and stopped at a waterway in the head of one of the switch backs further up the map. " It's two miles up to Brathon Creek which as you know is the headwaters of the great Brathon-Alion that flows..."
" Tell him what comes after that Tendle, no one wants to hear about the head waters of Brathon. Mindor said.
Tendleton shrugged, " I just thought the boy..."
" Well I don't want to hear it."Mindor belted.
" After that we come to Blythwood." Tendleton stopped. Everyone nodded silently.
A few replied, "Aye, aye," quietly.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Mountains surrounded the northern city like a looming shadow. The thick white peaks were contrasted by thick black forests that hugged the mountains below. Once out of the main city, the group of travelers spoke less. The air was hot and sticky. The flies were irritating. No matter how far they seemed to go the neighboring streets went on endlessly.
When would they get to the mountain pass? Talis thought. He voiced his frustration to Datalis who pointed out the sparseness of the people and how the streets were narrowing. Now that Talis looked he could see guards giving way to a soldier now and then. The delicious smells of cooking meat and the sweet smells of perfumes gave way to more wild smells. Musky, herbal smells of dry grasses. The mountains were getting closer. It looked darker, steeper, and more threatening.
The people on the streets were quieter. Only Datalis and Harath spoke now and in hushed tones. They pointed to the peaks and then down at a map that both tried to hold steady in the light fluttering breeze. Steadily the ridges seemed to be getting closer, closing in around them. The streets were getting narrower and steeper.
Talis took a long swig of water. Datalis gave him a firm but kind look, "Make it last."
Finally the streets became silent all together. At the end of a narrow street stood large gate in the middle of a stone wall all that could be seen beyond was the looming peaks. From small stone house beside the gate came three heavily armored guards. The tallest was seven feet tall.
Harath went forward by himself " We seek passage through the northern gate. The two guards behind the tall guard opened the gate without another word. The heavy wooden door groaned on its hinge. Beyond this Talis saw old cobblestone streets. The houses outside the gate were made of stone. Each was surrounded by similar walls as the one that surrounded the city. At the end of the cobble stone street was a trail that sloped up and disappeared into the dark wood.
This was the passage of Rimhorn Gap.
The idea of adventure and excitement dropped like melting snow from a roof into an icy ball in the bottom of Talis's stomach. Harath lead them through without a word. The fortified outskirts of town were smothered with a thick silence. Not even the sound of a bird. Talis came last of all through the gate. he felt a heavy gust of wind as the gate slammed shut behind him. He heard it lock. It felt like the final nail in a coffin, there was no going back now.
When would they get to the mountain pass? Talis thought. He voiced his frustration to Datalis who pointed out the sparseness of the people and how the streets were narrowing. Now that Talis looked he could see guards giving way to a soldier now and then. The delicious smells of cooking meat and the sweet smells of perfumes gave way to more wild smells. Musky, herbal smells of dry grasses. The mountains were getting closer. It looked darker, steeper, and more threatening.
The people on the streets were quieter. Only Datalis and Harath spoke now and in hushed tones. They pointed to the peaks and then down at a map that both tried to hold steady in the light fluttering breeze. Steadily the ridges seemed to be getting closer, closing in around them. The streets were getting narrower and steeper.
Talis took a long swig of water. Datalis gave him a firm but kind look, "Make it last."
Finally the streets became silent all together. At the end of a narrow street stood large gate in the middle of a stone wall all that could be seen beyond was the looming peaks. From small stone house beside the gate came three heavily armored guards. The tallest was seven feet tall.
Harath went forward by himself " We seek passage through the northern gate. The two guards behind the tall guard opened the gate without another word. The heavy wooden door groaned on its hinge. Beyond this Talis saw old cobblestone streets. The houses outside the gate were made of stone. Each was surrounded by similar walls as the one that surrounded the city. At the end of the cobble stone street was a trail that sloped up and disappeared into the dark wood.
This was the passage of Rimhorn Gap.
The idea of adventure and excitement dropped like melting snow from a roof into an icy ball in the bottom of Talis's stomach. Harath lead them through without a word. The fortified outskirts of town were smothered with a thick silence. Not even the sound of a bird. Talis came last of all through the gate. he felt a heavy gust of wind as the gate slammed shut behind him. He heard it lock. It felt like the final nail in a coffin, there was no going back now.
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