Here's a poem Aunt Tudi wrote. I rather like it.

Long in the Tooth

When you turn forty, you feel it’s a crime.

Your teeth start falling out one at a time.

Your flesh begins sagging.  Your hair, it turns grey

Poor eyesight comes visiting and then tends to stay.

You end up with flatulence, incontinence, too.

You even find it difficult to take a poo!

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For my own archives more than anything else because, dammit, I love Herbert Lom. I have since the mid-80s and I guess I always will.

Herbert Lom: The Odd Fellow

Herbert Lom Loses His HeadThe first link is really striking because it focuses more on his early life than any other article I've come across to date ( Read more... )

I'm home from work. It was my first night at Dollar General. I went in at 3 PM and, by 4 PM, I was working by myself as a cashier. After 5 PM, it was just me and the assistant manager, Steve, who was stocking shelves after the truck delivered three trillion products. So, yeah, I was truly by myself. I occasionally had to page Steve to the front but ( Read more... )

Even though it's really bad, Aleister might like this one, since he inspired it after all.

AeonHow many days have the ravens flown across the slated sky ( Read more... )

When I was younger, I used to pump out tons of bad lyrical poetry. Some poems were worthy but, looking back at them, most of them were crap. When the 21st Century hit, it seemed that my capacity for writing bad poetry disappeared. Today, I found the last poem I wrote. It was written for my Kung Fu teacher and for Llew. Even though it's ( Read more... )

I wrote this at work today. It took about thirty minutes or so, and I've transcribed it here unedited. Honestly, I'm not certain there's anything I need to do to change it. It's not the best poem in the world, but it pretty much sums up what I hope will eventually be a trilogy of Vampire books, the first already finished, polished, and begging to ( Read more... )

The vague coolness in the air captures my sensibilities, whispering the promise of the coming chill, the kind that permeates the bones and will not leave without the potion of hot, sweet tea and cream to chase it away. It's on mornings like this that I think of him, the manifestation of my patron god, and I wonder if he's preparing to roam the ( Read more... )

Like a bubble in Champagne.

The feel of his lips invading my aura
Touching me, gentle and wet
I’m washed out to sea on a raft made of horror
At a desire I won't soon forget

I haven't had a "poetic moment" in an unbelievably long time. To be honest, I'm fairly distressed.

I wrote this quite a few years ago. It's my love song to Herne and my soulmate, who profoundly embodies Herne.

Song to HerneI went a-walkin’ through the woods ( Read more... )

I haven't much to write about, yet I'm keen on writing something. Actually, I should turn my attention to finishing The Chalice but, to be honest, I really need at least one day's break from it. I'm getting to the portion of the book where all the main characters are together. My head isn't large enough to fit them all in at once, but it must be ( Read more... )