Monthly Archives: November 2014

Black Dogs

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Black dogs are ghostly animals that are much larger than normal dogs and have blazing red eyes. To see one may mean that death is near. If you survive seeing one, riches may be on the horizon for you.

But beware. They guard dark secrets. Secrets no one was ever meant to know…

I want to give a special shout-out to Miss Malice for allowing me to use her artwork.

MOVIE REVIEW: WITCHIN’ AND BITCHIN’

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This movie is definitely a recipe for therapy.

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Things we learned: !) Watching some movies feels a whole lot like being run over by a car. 2) We’ll never look at a broomstick the same again. EVER. 3) Feminists worship the devil in Spain. 4) “Jesus Christ, Spongebob, Minnie Mouse and G.I. Joe rob a place” isn’t the setup to a joke. It’s the plot to a movie. 5) Toad juice is like Red Bull for witches. 6) I haven’t apologized this much for a movie since the “C.H.U.D.” incident.

Movie in a sentence or less: “I’m out of my comfort zone.”

Or a quote from Roy Batty from “Bladerunner” would work as well: “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.”

WITH THE EAGLES

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One of my other hobbies is writing poetry in other languages. I was able to work some Old English into the novel with my character, The Huntsman. This is a piece in Old French in an Old French poetry form.

Avec Les Aigles

Ils sont libres, sans lor seule dolent,
Deux amants ardent dans mer de ciel.
Dans le terre e le ciel, ils dansent.
Compassion e force ils esposent,
Toujours, ils se sont liés eternal.
Ils sont libres, sans lor seule dolent.
Les couers les voutes ataindent;
Sa merci ses dementent leur chapele.
Dans le terre e le ciel, ils dansent.
Sor bois, desous les ètoiles luisant,
Les oyseau sont alaine ne fidelle.
Ils sont libres, sans lor seule dolent.
Les ailles l’azure cielent doucement,
Montagnes definent son escuiel.
Dans le terre e le ciel, ils dansent;
Ou les aigues soleil ataindent,
Ils chantent par plores des nuages cruels.
Ils sont libres, sans lor seule dolent;
Dans le terre e le ciel, ils dansent.

With the Eagles

They are free, two souls no longer chained to the Earth,
Burning in the sky’s oceans.
Caught between the earth and sky, they soar.
A marriage of compassion and strength,
They are forever bound to one another.
They are free, two souls no longer chained to the Earth.
Their hearts touch the sky’s precious secrets,
Their grace sings the song of heaven’s splendor.
Caught between the earth and sky, they soar.
Above the trees, below the bright stars,
Are the ones that defy the wind.
They are free, two souls no longer chained to the Earth.
As their wings softly paint the sky to their will,
They fly where the mountains embrace the horizon.
Caught between the earth and sky, they soar;
Where the oceans reach for the sun,
Through the harshest rains, they sing.
They are free, two souls no longer chained to the Earth;
Caught between the earth and sky, they soar.

The Attack of Cousin It

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I tried to do something nice. I grew my hair long so that I could cut it off and donate it. Well, all went as planned. I held out and kept growing it out so that it was a relief when it was all lopped off.

Things were going great. I even had that warm glow of an altruistic feeling. That is until I heard my dog, Little John, in the other room. He came tearing around the corner with a shredded braid of recently cut hair trailing on either side of his face like a long brown mustache.

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THE LAMIA

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Night is a woman
With fist-sized breasts
And bronze skin,
That’s soft like dusk’s lavender wine.
Her polished-bone eyes
Are the white halos
That encircle the moon.

Her fingers,
Strong and fierce,
Web across the sky
Like the bleak, barren limbs
Of a wintered tree,
Enclosing everything,
Locking it in her touch.

Smooth, milk thighs
Lengthen into rounded calves
As her back arches.
She Leans against the horizon
Tossing her thick, auburn hair backward,
So that it shimmers across the ocean,
Tickling the somber water into gentle fury.

She drips lazily across the treetops,
The stars balanced on her fingertips
Like a thousand silver razors.
Her tight, velvet skirt
Blushes the black mountains in liquid crimson,
As her arms, like a noose of ice,
Slip around my neck.

And I dream.