Halloween Poem

I’ve been limiting my posts here to twice a week in an attempt to catch up on all my unfinished Works in Progress, but today is Halloween, one of my favorite holidays. Yes, the Forbidden Cauldron at inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com should have something posted for today, but I wanted to have something here, too. Just for Halloween. :)=

I offer up a little poem in the spirit of the day…and night. :)=

Spindly fingers seeking sound

He offers a death’s head grin to those passing by

Eyes fixing on their lips and mouths

Parting into a smile or letting out a laugh

A response to his cadaverous face

After all, he’s only a Halloween decoration

Dressed to the nines in a fashion long forgotten

A reminder of manners equally forgotten

Silent and still, he welcomes all who walk by

Noting in particular the loud and rude

He haunts their dreams afterwards

Putting a bony finger to his lips

A dried stick barely covered with flesh

Seeking out those voices

Leaving the melodic and the soft

Stealing the abrasive and the loud

Some find themselves unable to talk after his nightly visit

Others scream and scream at the sight of his true smile

They won’t admit they saw him in their dreams

They poke him, shove him, trying to prove he’s just a thing

A stupid decoration they’re not scared of

For a while they look over the shoulder

What were those bullies’s names again?

I haven’t seen them in a while

Noisy and aggressive, they disappeared without a trace

He will not tolerate such behavior

Even though he never moves or says a word

Just fixing us all with a smile

The jack o’lanterns grinning along with him.

Me Me Monday: On A Godling for Your Thoughts?

Christopher: How are you doing?

Me: Recovering. Bloody flux…I can’t believe it took me out for a week. All the things I didn’t do…(grumbles)

Christopher: You’re better now, aren’t you? Ready for NaNoWriMo?

Me: No, no, not even close! Getting sick made me less prolific. The last thing I needed was to be less prolific. At least I managed to keep up my Morning Pages.

Christopher: You’re getting better, though. Are you good enough to tell me about A Godling for Your Thoughts?

Me: Yes. A Godling for Your Thoughts. The third book in my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest, currently under revision. Originally I was going to call it A Pentacle for Your Thoughts?

Christopher: A pentacle being one of the symbols used to represent the Earth suit in Tarot, correct?

Me: Only a friend talked me out of it, arguing that a pentacle had a lot of layered meanings as a religious symbol. If I created my own symbol, it would have more significance in fleshing out my world.

Christopher: Only you didn’t. There’s a symbol of a coin, only it changes depending on who looks at it.

Me: I thought, what if the symbol changes depending on the worshipper who held it? The symbol of the god might alter depending each coin’s owner’s prayers, hopes, and desires. Along with the form of the god themselves.

Christopher: The god being Seraphix. Or godling.

Me: Seraphix isn’t a god yet. They’re just a shadow of a god, until the combined faith of their Followers transform them into a god. Until then they’re just a godling.

Christopher: Hence the title of this book, A Godling for Your Thoughts?

Me: Dyvian is trying to recruit enough Followers among people like himself to make Seraphix a god, including Leiwell and his whole family.

Christopher: How do Danyel and Tayel feel about this?

Me: Let’s say they have some very mixed feelings about the matter.

Christopher: This story happens in Danyel and Tayel’s Omphalos, not my Omphalos. Am I even in this story?

Me: Oh, yes. I’m trying to work you in even more, heh, heh.

Christopher: (tries not to shudder) I’m not sure how to feel about that. Do you one of those, oh, what do you call them, ah, blurbs for A Godling for Your Thoughts?

Me: It’s still a blurb in progress, but here’s what I’ve come up with…

Omphalos. It’s a village rising around Danyel, Tayel, Leiwell, and Map’s cottage, bringing a host of strangers into their lives. Or are they?

All of them have gaps in their memories. All of them bear a shining coin and a wish in their heart. For they believe if they put their faith into something, that something could become a god. A god that will make their most cherished hopes a reality.

With this promise, Leiwell’s lord has convinced the residents of Omphalos to accept his godling. Thus he strives to convince Leiwell and his entire family to allow this entity, Seraphix, into their hearts and minds.

Such a vow sounds too much like the key to opening a Door to the Shadow Forest. And not every Follower’s wish is one Danyel and Tayel would like to see happen.

Christopher: I’m not even in this blurb. (looks a bit sulky)

Me: Like I said, it’s a blurb in progress.

#RainbowSnippets: Quartz and Prunella

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction at their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

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Here I go, picking up right where I left off last week with Quartz and Prunella…it’s slightly longer than six sentences, but they’re very short sentences.


“He’s interesting.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Irritating, yet entertaining. Even if he lacks a beard.”

A loud snort filled the entire cavern with steam, making me cough again. “Interesting. You think Nimmie Not is interesting?”



Me Me Monday: On The Hand and the Eye of the Tower

Christopher: It’s Monday. Are we going to talk about it? The second book in Tales of the Navel: The Shadow Forest?

Me: Yes. Originally I thought it would be the first book in the series. I even called it Stealing Himself From Shadows.

Christopher: Only you brought Stealing Myself From Shadows back to live, along with me.

Me: You were in the story. I still had you on the mind. I brought you back, didn’t I?

Christopher: Yes, you did, although I shudder to think as what.

Me: Now, now, no spoilers. Let’s just say once I had Stealing Myself From Shadows again, it felt right to begin with you.

Christopher: Two books with different stories yet the same source of inspiration…the Greater Trumps in Tarot decks. This lead to two different versions of Omphalos connected by a Door.

Me: That’s not all they’re connected by, as Danyel and Tayel will find out.

Christopher: This is their story, isn’t it?

Me: Yes, although you’re in it.

Christopher: I’m painfully aware of that. (shudders) What’s the name of this second book?

Me: The Hand and the Eye of the Tower. I should have mentioned that earlier. Not feeling well, lately, sorry, readers. I’m about to crash and go lie down after I post this.

Christopher: First, do you have one of those, oh, what do you call it?

Me: A blurb? Like I said, getting sick has thrown me off, but I managed to come up with this…

It’s a quiet life Danyel and Tayel lead, in a cottage next to a garden right below a hill. No one is near them other than their mother and older brother…or is there?

What is this presence in the ruined tower which keeps getting stronger as their older brother gets weaker? Who is this master whom he serves? Why does their brother weaken while the invisible entity seems to quicken, each stone in the tower breathing and crying out?

Within its walls, a pair of Doors await. Beyond them lies answers and the power to save their brother. Only what path through the shadowy dreamscape will Danyel and Tayel have to walk to find them?

Christopher: You can do better than that.

Me: Oh, leave me alone. I’m just about ready to collapse…

#RainbowSnippets: Quartz and Prunella

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own’s. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

To read a wide variety of samples from LGBTQIA+ fiction, go to…


For mine, Quartz shall be picking up right where he left off last Saturday…


“Conflict and destiny tend to be wedded to each other.” They fixed a yellow golden eye upon me. “Tell me, Quartz, why did you accompany Nimmie Not here if you desire a quiet life?”

I was about to say, “I owe him” when I realized I didn’t. We’d done a trade, even if it had involved trickery on my part. I didn’t owe the annoying little man anything.

Why was I here?

Me Me Monday: On Stealing Myself From Shadows


Christopher: So…descriptions.

Me: Blurbs. Blurb, blurb, blurby blurb…they’re called blurbs.

Christopher: Ah, right. Do you have one of these, err, blurbs for Stealing Myself From Shadows?

Me: Heh, keep this up and this might turn back into a normal blog where I actually talk about my releases. All right, here we go…


I was enjoying being a person, playing the role of Gabrielle’s son, returning the fragments of lost souls and memory to those who found themselves within the Navel. A shop is much safer than a forest of hungry shadows or it should be.

Only Damian Ashelocke disappeared from this shop, opening a Door right into the Shadow Forest. He offered me this existence in exchange for that Door. It was a fair exchange…only I know better.

Damian was lured away by the promise of whatever opened that portal to the world of dreams and hungry possibility. Now he’s being hunted.

I can’t leave him there. I must find a Door and open it, re-enter the world which once consumed me even if it means being stolen by shadows once more.


Christopher: It seems different from what you originally wrote down.

Me: It made more sense to let you say it. Stealing Myself From Shadows is in first person after all.

Christopher: My story, the first book in the Tales of the Navel: The Shadow Forest series.

Me: That’s right.

Christopher: What about the second?

Me: We’ll talk about that next Monday…

#RainbowSnippets: Prunella and Quartz

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

To read a wide variety of samples from LGBTQIA+ stories, go to…


For mine, Quartz and Prunella are going to pick up where they left off last Saturday…


What was the point in lying? Dragons could sniff out the truth. “Sanctuary from the conflict that plagues my kind.”

“Hah, that’s an unambitious answer.” Prunella snorted, filling the air with smoke.

I cleared my throat, trying not to inhale the stench of brimstone, coal, and pepper.