I am listening-to-StairwayToHeaven-in-a-dark-smoky-room-with-blacklight-posters years old, so naturally found this article fascinating…

Just a Girl Lost 2

One of my favoritebands and one of my favorite songs by them. I found out some interesting facts about the song also.  Robert Plant’s lyrics were inspired by the book The Hobbit!   too cool!

Enjoy!  🙂

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  • This evolved from the Yardbirds song “White Summer,” an acoustic solo by Jimmy Page. Many of the same riffs and chords are in it. After The Yardbirds broke up, Led Zeppelin continued to play “White Summer” live. >>
  • This was one of the few Led Zeppelin songs released as a single in the US. It made it only to #51.
  • The music was inspired by Jimmy Page’s Celtic ancestry.
  • This began as an instrumental. Robert Plant came up with backing tracks then lyrics.
  • Plant’s lyrics were inspired by the J.R.R. Tolkien book The Hobbit, and to Tolkein’s 1915 poem of the same name. “Over The Hills And Far Away” describes…

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Meeting Life’s Dark Wife

September 8, 2017

Death was, and was not, what I expected. The dark flowing robe, the hood shadowing a gleaming skull – it was all there. The eyes were a surprise though. On close inspection, the dark sockets contained galaxies of stars, whirling slowly in the black void. What I didn’t expect was the feminine vibe – not sexy, but motherly.

We stood side by side over my peacefully reposed body, a book held loosely in my dead hand.

“Damn, now I’ll never know how it ends.”

“IT WOULD SEEM, FOR YOU, IT ENDS ON PAGE 178,” said a voice like granite mountains colliding, with the hint of a melodic echo.

“Are you a woman?”

“LIFE IS THE CREATIVE. I AM THE RECEPTIVE. SOME CONSIDER THOSE MALE AND FEMALE FORCES, RESPECTIVELY; BUT AS TO YOUR QUESTION, I HAVE NO ANSWER.”

“Did you have to kill me now? I have so much left to do!”

“I DO NOT KILL. SINCE YOU SEE ME AS FEMALE, THINK OF ME AS A MIDWIFE, ATTENDING YOUR BIRTH INTO THE NEXT PHASE OF YOUR JOURNEY.”

Death chuckled – mighty boulders crushed together at the ocean’s bottom.

“A WRITER ONCE REFERRED TO ME AS LIFE’S DARK WIFE.”

I recognized the words. They were from my poem, “Danse Macabre.”

“IT IS TIME.”

“But…”

“IT IS TIME.”

Death pointed a bony finger to something behind me. I felt a hot dry desert wind at my back. Turning, I saw sands stretching into the distance. A glow on the horizon could have been a setting or rising sun – or perhaps the lights of a city. Interesting.

“What’s out there? Is it heaven, or…the other place?”

“I DO NOT KNOW. I CANNOT KNOW. IT IS ONLY FOR YOU TO DECIDE.”

Death slowly faded away. Alone in the desert, I sighed. Then I began to trudge toward the light.

Pay the man, Assaph. He doesn’t seem the sort whose bad side on which you want to be! ;-D

FELIX THE FOX MYSTERIES

SM - Minis 1 - CopyAs part of Virtual FantasyCon (that awesome event where Murder In Absentia received an unprecedented five awards ;-), we did a blog hunt. Since I ran two blogs, I participated twice – and gave Felix a chance to speak for himself in one.

Of course, the bastard went ahead and started to curse me for making him work. Apparently he’s not big on doing self-promotions without immediate pay.

This post was originally published on Diane Riggins site. I’ll let you read Felix’s words for yourself.


Salve omnibus . My name is Spurius Vulpius Felix, sometimes known as Felix the Fox, though almost everybody calls me just Felix. It means Fortune’s Favourite in my language, but I’m afraid I am more like Furtuna’s favourite butt for practical jokes.

Actually, you may know my language as Latin. Years ago I visited your world, quite by accident. I came to a city named Rome…

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Accidental Evil

January 5, 2017

“Forgive us our trespasses – as we forgive those who trespass against us.” – The Lord’s Prayer
Is there such a thing as “accidental evil?” Sometimes I wonder… 🤔

(Loosely based on true stories – mine, yours, and the “asshole’s” next door. Oh wait…that’s MY door.😏)

🚙🚌🚕🚗 – 💥

One morning commute

I took to task

An “asshole” I deemed

Driving “way too fast”

In righteous rage

I boxed him in

He honked and swerved

But I just grinned

When he’d suffered

Enough – I let him in

My heartbeat racing

And short of breath

With angry glare

I wish him death

A misspent sliver

Of my time on Earth

In fool’s errand wishing

A stranger, hurt

Not much further

On my ride

I see the asshole

Parked roadside

Running toward wreckage

With an anguished cry

As EMTs pull the sheet

Over the dead girl’s face

I’m convicted

As it all snaps into place

Had I prevented that man

From saying goodbye?

Because there is no doubt

His loved one has died

I replay his desperate bid

To reach the crash site

Which but for my interference

He just have might…

In that moment

My guilt by truth endowed

Asking myself the question,

“Who’s the asshole now?”

-DeRicki

Undone – Day 9

October 9, 2016

I love the writing of Grace Black. It so rich and multi-layered. Reading her feels like dumping a McDonalds meal for five-star French restaurant fare! 😉

Grace Black Ink

slit the throat of sins and
bathe in pools of love bled out
it’s the season of spirals & death’s disgust
we’ve run amok in circles of leaving
and the last drop of lust

© Grace Black



Welcome to the October Poetry Journey!

Today is Day 9 of #OctPoWriMo  join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!

Love and Ink,

Grace

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This is a helpful review of great editing tools. Anything to relieve the pain, right?

Kristen Lamb's Blog

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Hey guys, Today Nancy Lin is here to help us with what might just be THE suckiest part of writing. But part of being a great writer, is also learning to be at least a good editor. We all need professional outside eyes on our work, and Nancy is here to help you get the most bang for your buck.

Take it away, Nancy!

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Editing is a necessary part of writing, but not all writers are great editors. As a writer, I find it helpful to get a second opinion, because I’m not able to see every single error. And this isn’t just me.

You might think you’re the next Shakespeare (which are pretty big shoes to fill). Once you stop basking in your own ego, you can be more realistic about your writing ability. And chances are you’re not.

Professional editors are useful, and, in some cases, they’re…

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Warriors’ Worth

May 13, 2016


Forgotten ones
The “Left behinds”
Their arc of life
Is one unkind

Soldiers
From the World’s
Hot zones
Return Stateside
And have no home

Averted eyes
A ragged quilt
We drop stray coin
To ease our guilt

Of honor shown
There is a dearth
We fail to own
Our warriors’ worth

Huddling round
A flaming bin
They wear their hope
Like tattered coats

And burn
Their brittle dreams
For meager proof
Against
The cold

Their
Quiet
Stories
Die
Untold…

-DeRicki

Incantation

May 10, 2016


The words slip
Like ghosts neath a veil
Slippery and charged
Cresting the tip
Of the Wizard’s hail

In the light of science
And the shade of magic
Sound has power
To change the World-

When a black hole
Screams hunger
A light ray’s
Path curls

So the Mage makes
Great power with words
A cyclone whirls
As his magic unfurls

“Stabunt simul,
Audi vocem meam!”

(Time stand still
Obey my will!)

Over burning entrails
Incantations are dropped
Sigils wiggle and writhe
And all the World sto…

Clarity…

April 17, 2016

Eye Will Not Cry

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The deafening silence…
Those futile gestures…
 
They trample feelings…
While bitterness festers…
 
As it’s happened before…
Now it’s started again…
 
And the instant replay…
Brings instant pain…
 
Whilst descending clouds…
Of opposite thoughts…
 
Bring feelings of anger…
Pointing out all the faults…
 
But with tension mounting…
And each anxiety attack…
 
Those beautiful memories…
Now fade into black…
 
As the cigarette burns…
It’s spinning out of control…
 
With a broken spirit…
And a battered soul…
 
Leaving nothing behind…
All senses are numb…
 
It feels never ending…
But it’s only just begun…
 
And stood in isolation…
Trying to hide away…
 
The teardrop won’t fall…
But the heart’s in decay…
 
Always battling demons…
Blocking out those voices…
 
Forever finger pointing…
And criticising choices…
 
Yet the distant thunder…
Leads to clearer thinking…
 
The sudden realisation…
That…

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People Of The Rind

March 27, 2016

  We outsiders

Rough skin

Unkind

Bereft of love

The left behind

Last to sup

Sweet juice

From vine

Our efforts fast

Crushed by the grind

As tomorrow weighs

On mankind’s mind

Whelved fate

Befalls

We people

Of the rind