Clurichaun. It was my online nick some twenty*coughcoughcough* years ago. Usually I was known as Clur, though. I was big into role-playing games and learned of the clurichauns through a game and novels that accompanied it. I fell in love with the spirit (no pun intended) of the creatures as it was presented. However, it... Continue Reading →
Mis (and Myth) Adventures of a Former Park Ranger: Longing
I miss wearing the old Green and Grey, although burn out had become a problem over the last few years. Well, and frustration had marked much of that decade as well. It remains a consuming desire, a craving, particularly my time at Mammoth Cave National Park. That was my first park and I was hired... Continue Reading →
Poem – Fleeting
My heart is troubled As though that is new So many possibilities But only for so many Others have run out Gone Dust to dust It weighs down the soul Saying goodbye Whether to a lover Or a loved one The pain remains Always acting as reminder That our time is short And our work... Continue Reading →
The Bell is Tolling
The spirit saw the quarry. It was a regrettable chore to complete, but knew it was the woman’s time. On reflection, the creature did suspect that this wasn’t going to be a death in the natural course of life, but it was for others to decide such things. Drawing itself up, the spirit was about... Continue Reading →
A Clarification, Perhaps
The other day I found a comment in the spam folder that looked like it was a genuine person rather than a bot, but perhaps it was. Regardless, it was attached to a blog post regarding the loss of a friend that was more of the little brother I wished I had. I discussed a... Continue Reading →
Eyes of Violet
Marley was leaning back on a rock staring into the distance when Barnabus returned. Although he made no sound, she always knew when he was near. He sat and leaned on the rock just close enough for their shoulders to touch. She turned her head and looked at him out of the corner of her... Continue Reading →
