Frosted lips swim Through the glittering Grottos of my dreams While pale fingers beckon From under the violet waves. A siren Coos, its voice A caramel ooze Down my throat. Overhead A pair of lashes Flutter. They wink And vanish. My head spins As does the sea, down Down in a spiral skirt Of froth and... Continue Reading →
Just an hour southwest of Florence sits a small town upon a hill. Walk through the gates and down the cobblestone streets. Medieval towers and stone churches surround you. No doubt, you will feel a part of the past because San Gimignano truly is a place preserved in history. Admittedly, there aren't many things to... Continue Reading →
As a gorgeous to the birthplace of the Italian Renaissance, Tuscany is one of the most famous regions in Italy. Its food, art, and history are all legendary. But best of all is the wine: Chianti, Brunello, Super Tuscan, and many more. So it was imperative I visited a couple wineries while in Tuscany. Although... Continue Reading →
See my first day in Venice here: Italian Trip Stage One: Venice On my second day in Venice, I woke early for a stroll through Piazza San Marco. The square is Venice's main attraction. One look and it's easy to see why. There is the beautiful St. Mark's Basilica with its great arches and elaborate marble... Continue Reading →
A Youtuber named Lucifer's Nephew has just produced a narration for my story The Collector of Sorrows. If you liked the original story, take a listen to his video. Give him a sub and explore some of his other videos.
At last, my family and I have made it to Italy, the trip of a lifetime. Granted, there were a few hiccups: our limo's AC died and its transmission almost followed suit, my boarding pass wouldn't scan at the airport, my brand new luggage lost a wheel en route, and we all got lost trying... Continue Reading →
I've updated the cover art for my fantasy novel How Black is the Shadow. Take a look. Tell me what you think. Does it catch your eye?
The pariah dons A porcelain smile, Cracked at the corners, Where his clay lips Fall as gentle As the morn, piece By piece. He walks In costumes cut From the same cloth That holds you Close. While it welcomes And warms you, The thread rubs his shoulders Raw. The pariah Stares out of two sinkholes... Continue Reading →
A jeweler digs Through his glittering wares And desires to keep The fairest of all. His fingers Feel all their crystal faces, Attuned to every bump or blemish Like a spider's leg In perfect sync With every tremble Along its gossamer web. Yet, H finds nothing But glassy bodies Smooth as skin Shaved bare. If... Continue Reading →