Hiding in the Unknown

There is a pause, a hesitation. Perhaps this time, the mind holds sway over the heart. The pulse quickened and the butterflies take flight.

No more diving headlong into whatever will be, will be. Contemplation and restraint bring some order to the chaos.

Less falling all over the place, stumbling over old, familiar feelings. It is easier to see more clearly, the truth hiding in the unknown.

Offering a clear conscience, regarding choices made. Good, bad, or indifferent. New beginning or old habits, there is clarity.

Lanham’s cinquain

I enjoy playing with cinquain poetry from time to time.¬† The rules are simple in an American cinquain. Line one, 2 syllables, line 2 gets 4 syllables, line 3 you need 6 syllables, line 4 it’s 8 syllables, and the 5th line is back to two syllables.

I do on occasion use a more colorful language, so please forgive me that, ahead of time.



Girl my old friend

How are you, I am fine

Do you recall the love we shared

Me too


In there

You will find it

How much do you require

Take the whole thing it won’t expire




About what now

Always the same it seems

Your wants over the best for us

Fuck you


At last

Is what she said

After finding the one

She can no longer live without

Not me



I call her that

In our time of passion

With the lights low or anywhere

I’m hers


Have you

Can you say it

Without hesitation

You loved her first without failing

Thought not

Elusive Bird

Gracefully she appears to me, like the rarest of delta birds.  Bringing with her a gentle song and a calming spirit. Delighting in the charms of such a beautifully made and elusive presence, I am lost in wonderous observation.

She offers me a glimpse into her world.  Allowing me to witness from afar, the rituals and interpretations that make her whole. With a sophistication and confidence, I covet, my deepest desires are manifest.

For but a fleeting moment, does she grant me audience.  I do not hold her interest, while she charms my heart. Though I beg her stay, as quickly as she arrives, my captivating delta bird takes flight. Leaving me in prayer, that soon she will arrive once again to captivate my soul.

Ode to Lady Le Rouge

In a parallel universe, a land only similar to our own, filled with swords and sorcery, demons and vampires, and dragons, our tale begins.

On the outskirts of New Orleans, sets a once glorious castle. The decay and ruin, painting a picture of the despair and loss felt across this region.

Inside the crumbling gothic walls, dwells the most beautiful maiden, Morgaine Le Rouge, the last of a once noble and powerful family. Flowing black hair, dark eyes, an alluring face, and the most dead of hearts beating inside a shapely, pleasing form. She was rescued by a runaway slave woman, during the onslaught that befell this place years ago.

Lady Le Rouge, having mastered the darkest of necromancy arts, has returned to these defiled lands of her childhood home, in the hopes of communicating with her murdered mother. The only other desire driving the dark haired beauty is to exact vengeance on those who stole her life.

It Is from here, our Lady will take up the mantle of leader.  A band of warriors, forged by prophecy will reveal themselves to her. Together they will confront an evil far greater than any of them had imagined.


(This character is part of a planned series of short stories currently underway.)