Lord Peafowl hadn’t really meant to kill his father. Granted, he had waited impatiently for his father to die, even secretly prayed for it on occasion during mass, but he didn’t intend for the old man to die by his hands. If only he hadn’t said those things to him, shouting that he was useless, … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – Peafowl
Isidora & the goblins & Ian Beck
It's the goblins! It's always the goblins. They broke my MacMini last December, constricting my online existence to: a) my not-so-smart-phone b) my no-social-networking-in-the-workplace access at work. Fair enough, little goblins: it means less distractions and I've been writing more & drawing more and even ventured into paints and canvases. But when I receive an … Continue reading Isidora & the goblins & Ian Beck
‘Lady of the Sea’ – Hiatus
Eu: Daniel, já escrevi a próxima parte da história. Sempre fizeste o desenho este fim de semana? Daniel: No hablo portugués.
‘Lady of the Sea’ – The Golden Queen
Isola the Fair was the oldest and palest of seven sisters. Much to his misfortune, her father, King Malik the Good, had failed to produce a male heir, just as he had failed at everything else. History remembered him as one of the kindest, most generous kings the country had ever known – a reputation … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – The Golden Queen
‘Lady of the Sea’ – Azov & the Pirates
It was their hundredth day of journey, with no other ship in sight. Azov, the Mighty Pirate, had been sailing the Southern Ocean, where they were supposed to attack and plunder all the ships they came across with. All except the fleet from the Golden Queen, who had secretly hired them to weaken the power … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – Azov & the Pirates
who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
Company of Liars by Karen Maitland My rating: 4 of 5 stars 'You won't like the ending', said the friend who lent me the book. Multiple reviews complained about the build up that led to a not-very-spectacular-revelation. But good stories aren't always about the twist. They're about the Truth. Those big, timeless, human truths. And … Continue reading who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
11.
Autumn's mist and Sarah's Sea I'm back to the months when I longed to see what I've since met but have not seen yet.
Sign O’ The Times
the Like button killed the Comment star.
notebook rehab
save on notebooks - get a new blog.
11-11-11
Putting out fires around me while waiting for a flame.
Isidora & William
William Blake, The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with Sun
Stygian
You have been carried for years on someone else's lips (you sound good on paper) with your island descent and abyss ascent and all the spectres forever loyal. I have not met you but know your women and tangled tales (I know far too many details) of you the shy ghost who never shows. We … Continue reading Stygian
Isidora & Promethea
Know that the scorched-black demons and the pristine, fluttering seraphs are in some sense naught but you yourself unpacked, unfolded in a higher space. Alan Moore, Promethea - Book 5
Sister Sarah
Our lives were full of bohemian friends with sketchbooks and cigarettes, orchestras, poetry, philosophy and science. A ton of leather cover books. We would get drunk on joie de vivre... and many a bottle of red wine. The more I learn about her mind and heart, the more I feel like Sarah Slean is a … Continue reading Sister Sarah
Isidora & The Garden of Forking Paths
You think you feel divided but you know the path you need to take. Still, there are all those reasons you recite to yourself to keep toddling along the road you know won't lead you anywhere you want to go, tangled in all the ties you should allow to go loose. Then those ties … Continue reading Isidora & The Garden of Forking Paths
15º 50′ Libra
Dear Saturn Return, Now we're on the same page and speaking the same language. Bring it on.
Isidora & Magdalena
I am currently writing a Gothic tale set somewhere in Eastern Europe, in a time before cars and electricity. My head has a handful of stories waiting in line for me to finish one so I can start the other. And even though they are waiting to be written, I can see them very clearly. … Continue reading Isidora & Magdalena
Hg
Me, the ever restless twins Fast as wings in Hermes’ heels You, Apollo’s racing car Know what is a cinnabar. From chemistry to alchemy Astrology, astronomy An orbit of the highest Eccentricity Coulomb interaction Semi-neurotic reaction To bad grammar and bad spelling That we both find so repelling. You know the capital of Nepal … Continue reading Hg
Isidora & Big Brother
From time to time I discover a dead master and feel a sudden urge to bring them to our present. I would take Oscar Wilde out for dinner and invite Stephen Fry. I would show heavy metal music to Beethoven. I would offer Birthday Letters to Sylvia Plath, gift-wrapped with a red bow. Being almost … Continue reading Isidora & Big Brother
old tales
Little Princess Little Princess, I declare There's nothing finer than your hair Its perfect waves and perfect length And how it seems to give you strength Little Princess, how you stare!, Into mine eyes I cannot bare As if once lost and by me found Your tiny feet swept off the ground Little Princess, do … Continue reading old tales
emerging self
Fidgety Fluttering Flickering
What Would Olivia Dunham Do?
Prior to writing this, I thought about the heroes I’ve had in the past and, apart from Disney’s Ariel, all the action characters that have inspired courage in my backbone and made me long for adventure were, I’m sorry to say, men. Until I met Olivia Dunham. I came across Fringe almost by accident and, … Continue reading What Would Olivia Dunham Do?
Isidora & empty chairs II
Empty chair What are you fishing for When no one's there?
Isidora & empty chairs
Praise to Liu Xiaobo and all the Chinese who risk their freedom for human rights. It's heartbreaking to hear Tiananmen Square protesters saying how, in order to protect their children, they will never be able to tell them what they did or that they lost an arm because they were beaten so badly by the … Continue reading Isidora & empty chairs
