I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn’t crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers. – D.H. Lawrence
Wicked Word Wednesday: Pounce
A Visit from Saint Nicholas [2016]
Today is December 6, the feast day of Saint Nicholas. Krampus came last night, and apparently you were good, for you are still here reading this. Continue reading “A Visit from Saint Nicholas [2016]”
A Weaver of Words
Once again it’s time to crown Wicked Word Wednesday Winner. Continue reading “A Weaver of Words”
Wicked Word Wednesday: Tapestry
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue, an everlasting vision of the ever changing view. – Carole King
All Hail the King
Once again it’s time to crown Wicked Word Wednesday Winner. Continue reading “All Hail the King”
Not Very Lion-like
It’d be wrong of me to ask you to write something without doing it myself, right? Continue reading “Not Very Lion-like”
Running In My Head 