Romanesque — The Light is On

All roads lead to Romanesque dreams… Romanesque — The Light is On

GeekDad: All Things Drizzt—Hot Summer Reveals for Forgotten Realms — GeekMom

Wizards of the Coast has announced a summer of Drizzt events, a multimedia/multiplatform series of releases featuring the Forgotten Realms and the iconic Drizzt Do’Urden. As the central character of over 30 novels, Drizzt has been explored in a huge array of situations, such as a coming-of-age story facing domestic/childhood abuse, racial discrimination, and forging… GeekDad:

Newgrange by Julie A. Dickson — POETRY and PLACES

Newgrange Newgrange, County Meath, Ireland, 2015 by Julie A. Dickson To stand before an ancient mound on the Irish countryside, stones hewn and balanced, silent structure stands sentinel, cavern in deep darkness— but for the winter solstice, waiting for early morning light to Illuminate the ritual altar. If I almost close my eyes I can […]

Remembering the Bard — Bardic Lore

When most people encounter the epithet “the Bard” in text or speech, they automatically assume it refers to William Shakespeare, who is known as the Bard of Avon. But there is another who has acquired that particular sobriquet, and deservedly so. I’m of course talking about Robert Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, and the national

A Balrog We Heard on High

Being a parody of, and sung to the tune of, “Angels We Have Heard on High” by James Chadwick. A Balrog we heard on highSo we tried to run from itGandalf urged us fools to flyAs he fell into the pit Moria!Aragorn said don’t gothrough Moria;Gandalf wouldn’t listen though Galadriel and CelebornWe met in LothlorienMithrandir

It Came Upon a Midnight Drear

Being a parody of “It Came Upon the Midnight Clear” by Edmund Sears It came upon a midnight drearThat doom of AlhazredFrom ancient vaults beneath the seaTo rise as from the dead:“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh CthulhuR’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!“The world in frozen terror layTo hear the cry of Elder Things. Now through the cloven skies They come,With loathsome

eternal ?

We learn from the light and we learn from the dark; In the light the answers seem clear and stark While the dark’s an eternal question mark Ever receding from the feeble spark Of human knowledge, to infinity– Beyond which we will never see– For how can such finite souls as we Ever hope to

Masks of Stone

The things I love, I love alone. Your gaze is blank, your wandering mind Blinks behind its mask of stone; What I have found you cannot find. What I have lost was never yours What I have sought you let alone Where you see windows, I see doors; My windows are your walls of stone.