Lying in bed in the pitch-black night The small child strains her eyes to see Strains her ears to hear every sound Ghosties and ghoulies and things that go bump Swallow you down, body and soul Take you away to the world of the dead Many years later, all grown up Lying in bed in…
Claude Monet (1840-1926) was one of the founders of Impressionism, a type of painting founded on the idea of painting nature as it was perceived, especially outdoor painting (en plein air). He would often paint multiple pictures of the same scene, at different times of the day and at different seasons, in order to capture…
On the waters of forever Through the mists of time and remembrance We wander, each one of us alone While eternity of stars wheels above us While the earth beneath spins, and spins again While the eons pass We speak the slow and careful language Of the universe We taste its mysterious wonder We weep…
Shirley Jackson’s “The Haunting of Hill House” is considered a classic of horror fiction. I will admit immediately that I didn’t find it particularly scary. The 1963 film adaptation, which kept fairly close to the book, may be partially responsible for that, in that I knew what was going to happen and how it would…
It’s time for the resolution of the story So, what’s it going to be? From the time you enter, stage left, Everything has led to this moment And now it’s time to find out Are you the hero of your own story Maybe you’re the villain Or even just a chorus member In someone else’s…
Shattered on shores lie all the wreckage of hopes and dreams Rocks and shoals bar the way to safe harbour Winds howl, waves roar And a life lies in pieces on unrelenting stone This is the time and place To get back in the game Take up hammer and nails Put the pieces back together…
By the author of “Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell” and “Piranesi”, these eight short stories are a combination of stories set in the world of “Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell” as well as some fairy tales that readers will find familiar, though reworked in the author’s own style. It’s a highly entertaining group of stories…
All the me inside my head Each one has a different opinion And they’re all shouting as loud as can be How can I tell which one is the real me All those different thoughts competing for space All the muddled feelings tangling together Rendering me wordless, mute No way to speak the pain of…
Music’s got to keep moving If it stands still it’s not music at all Just a single note, alone and purposeless Music’s got to run, you see Like a river flowing down to the sea Music has to ebb and flow To build rainbows in the sky Among clouds passing by On that cusp on…
On a spring evening in the garden The cool wind blows And brings on its currents the scent of the season Rose, jasmine, lavender A heady fragrance of new beginnings The bees sing joy of a bountiful harvest As they return to the hive with their feast Breathe it in, this gift of life Inhale…
