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…
We have a mysterious cave. We have a university professor who goes missing while exploring. We have some university students (plus two high-schoolers) who try to find him. And we have time moving at a different rate inside the cave. It’s not a great film, by any stretch. Directing and acting are competent, but certainly…
The past is a stage play all mixed up Some scenes are transfixed under spotlights Playing and replaying The drama and the trauma on endless loop Others are dim, moving occasionally, sluggishly They seem nicer but a lot harder to see And some are in the dark, unknown and unremembered We are the stage managers…
From the beginning of humanity, people have seen the sacred in the world around them. In ancient times they explained the world by imbuing their surroundings with magic and spirits. Most cultures saw bodies of water, whether oceans, rivers, lakes, or springs, as being magical otherworldly places. So, here I have put together a few…
And so I lie upon my bed Having adventures inside my head Making up stories where I’m the star Who loves and is loved both near and far Who carries on in the face of death Who keeps on fighting til my last breath Who wins the day and slays the beast Is guest of…
Eclectic Assemblage 