For Lady Mormont

For Lady Mormont

This is a sestina poem in honor of Lady Leanna Mormont. If you don’t want spoilers and have not watched Game of Thrones S8 ep3, don’t read this yet. Ravens carry the call.Who’s the king of the north?White is our breath,winter’s here at last.The...
Now Deleting Sex Drive

Now Deleting Sex Drive

My brother Jon Matos is guest writing today, a flash fiction glimpse of a dystopian future.Jon Matos – @jonmatoswriter on Twitter Odette peed. Her skin resonated with a warmth that climbed to her cheeks. She sighed, grateful for a minute to herself. “Mustang...
Varied Muses – art for my stories

Varied Muses – art for my stories

My muses are odd ducks. My story muse seems to always be with me, spouting ideas easily and constantly, so much so that I have had to learn to sort through it all and only focus on certain things. My poetry muse is stingy and needs to be beaten in to submission to...
Iron Sorcerer-Episode 5: Rest

Iron Sorcerer-Episode 5: Rest

Locasta was sitting very still, her eyes closed, her breathing deep but slow and shaky. She had been silent for a long time. They all had. Trax, Gerard and Locasta were sitting around the small fire between three claw like hills, recovering from the recent attack by...