English – Page 4 – Isidora Works

Jan 28, 2014Dec 28, 2018 M English, Lady of the Sea, My Pen, My Pencil, Pen

‘Lady of the Sea’ – Peafowl

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

Jan 22, 2014Mar 1, 2018 M English, My Pen, Pen

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

Jan 21, 2014Dec 28, 2018 M English, Lady of the Sea, My Pen, Pen

‘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.

Jan 3, 2014Dec 28, 2018 M English, Lady of the Sea, My Pen, Pen

‘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

Dec 30, 2013Dec 28, 2018 M English, Lady of the Sea, My Pen, Pen

‘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

Nov 13, 2013Apr 3, 2018 M English, My Pen, Pen

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?

Oct 3, 2013Mar 1, 2018 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

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.

Jul 23, 2013Mar 1, 2018 M Blurb, English, My Pen, Pen

Sign O’ The Times

the Like button killed the Comment star.

Jun 28, 2013Mar 1, 2018 M Blurb, English

notebook rehab

save on notebooks - get a new blog.

Oct 31, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

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

Apr 6, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M Best Of, English, My Pen, Pen

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

Mar 4, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

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

Feb 18, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

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

Feb 15, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen

emerging self

Fidgety Fluttering Flickering

Jan 8, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M Best Of, English

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?

Nov 4, 2010Apr 22, 2026 M Best Of, English, My Pen, Pen

Isidora & The Boy Who Lived

In the longer-than-necessary The Order of the Phoenix, Harry asks Luna why are they the only ones who can see Thestrals, a species of skeleton-like winged horses that everyone else deems invisible. "They can only be seen by people who've seen death,” she replies. This little sentence sums up what I see as the special … Continue reading Isidora & The Boy Who Lived

Oct 11, 2010Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen

Isidora & Prose

I am a painfully s l o w writer of prose and soaringwriterofverse. To my mind prose is convention & norm, poetry free form. In a poem, you can cut sentences in half wherever you wish and pile them up together in whatever shape you want You could never have that with prose.

Aug 30, 2010Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Isidora’s Birth

Black phoenix born anew (hatches, hatches) orphan bird tries a flap and then two.

Apr 12, 2009Jul 17, 2018 M English, My Pen, Verse

it is quiet

it is quiet my love I do not float away at your sight at your words at your matter of gray it is rooted my love like the ancient cool stream your reflection so close to the one I have seen and they're crappy, my love these words and the rhymes as it's born in … Continue reading it is quiet

Jun 23, 2006Mar 1, 2018 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

…

how can you not when you do give in to what you thought wasn't there when it is dare.

Oct 14, 2004Mar 1, 2018 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

lullaby

shut your ears to the screaming silence of the night let your eyes give in to all the weight in your soul and sleep. dream as if you had never woken up.