The two young girls played vivaciously in the cool water by the glade. As they splashed and frolicked, their laughter echoed around the mountain valley. The surrounding trees, comprising primarily of larch, beech, and spruce - and, of course, oak – gently whispered their approval. They were safe here. Locals knew not to disturb them. The sisters were special – as was the valley. The power and magic that resided in the tre...

Chapter 1 Hrothgar, the wise and venerable king of the Danes, had passed away, and his son, Halga, had taken up the mantle of leadership. Halga was a just and fair ruler, but he lacked the strength and courage of his father. The people of the land were content, but they knew that they could never truly feel safe without a great hero like Beowulf to protect them. One day, a messenger arrived at Halga's court with news of a...

Dear Reader, Nobody believed our story. But the events I relate to you below really happened. It may seem fantastic, but they do say that truth is always stranger than fiction. You can make up your own mind — I only want to set the record straight before — well, you’ll see… Our journey started one inauspicious evening almost six years ago; the seven of us unaware, as we embarked on our incredible adventure, that nothing w...

What would you do, if you found a time-machine? Yes, that's right. You would keep it for yourself, which is exactly what Geoffrey Maitland did up in the far north of Scotland, when he was recceing a walk from Shegra to Keoldale across the rocky mountainous regions where it was easy to get lost.  Well, it wasn't exactly a machine, more of a swirling void. Trouble was, he was an experienced hiker and rambler of thirty plus...

Immortality. That was the reward, that was the promise, and he knew it was his. Soon he would live forever. Nobody would have taken it seriously. Nobody who thought rationally that is. He knew that should he have told anybody of this belief, then they would either have laughed at him, or politely made their excuses and left. Yet, he was convinced that it would happen, and soon he would no longer fear death. Kenneth Ambros...

Still and silent stream in the midnight darkResting amongst the flax is the night sky beauty herselfQuenching a thirst from the sweet, still watersWinds that whisper vows and carry the faintest of spellsHer eyes are deep pools of wintery waterPlaying in the shallows feels safe, any deeper and you risk drowningAn otherworldly beauty emerges from her secret streamSuch an ethereal maiden has never before been seenRushing to...

So here's the deal: you probably think of 15 February as just That Day After Valentines Day, right? Well, yeah, it is that...but it's also so much more, a fun day in its own right, celebrated by hundreds and snickered at by thousands. It's John Frum Day!  John Who Day?So today we commemorate the occasion, many years ago, when beings from another realm visited the tiny island of Vanuatu in the South Pacific, bringing with...

Note: Several people have asked why I use the name Sisyphus and so I’ve decided to publish several of the poems over the next few days from my book length poem based on the myth. You will see that all of the poems take place with Sisyphus pushing the huge stone up the steep hill while singing his story to the stars.DEAR STARSDear Stars, I toss these words into the skylike a juggler tosses balls he cannot catch.I don’t kno...

Beautiful like the morning mist,She was born in sand dunes amidst.The sand woman with sand carved features,One that would lead astray any mortal creature.She would guide lost travelers in the desert,And bring them back on tracks reverse.And as time passed by,The sand particles from her face would fly.The once carved features were to be rounded and how,Yet the smiles and wrinkles on her face remained proud.One day a little...