Here we are, another Christmas in the books (I hope yours was full of laughter, fun, and good food), and on the cusp of a New Year. I thought this little tale (pun intended) might be fitting for this festive season. It seems we humans aren’t the only ones who love our treats. 🙂
There’s no shortage of talent here on the blogosphere, and that goes for some amazing poets, too. Heck, you’re all amazing! That’s why I’ve chosen this theme for my first ever attempt at Concrete Poetry.
I mean every word and I wish you all the best this season and onwards into the New Year!
A toast to all of you, my dearest friends
From near and far, to all four earth’s ends
Pinotage on the heights of the Drakensberg
Beck’s sipped near the Pegnitz in Nuremberg
Be it wine, water, whiskey; just raise your glass
I admire each one, because you are all first class
May trouble nor fear lay you low, with nary a snare
All dreams and ambitions be realized without a care
Please toast towards Canada and I’ll hoist mine back
Life spare you lemons and misfortune cut you slack
I wish every blessing, joy, and great thing for you
A very Merry Christmas, and all the best in ‘22
Cheers! Salud! Santé! Prost! Cin Cin!
Kanpai! Saúde! Skal!
I’m writing this on my back deck, bundled in a hoodie, too stubborn to admit that summer’s slipping away into fall. But hey, a bit of harmless denial can be fun. Right?
I just realized that my last post with this title was on June 30, so maybe it’s time to digitally lob a few more of these pics your way.
Hey, why should Mr. Wile E. Coyote have all the fun?
It takes guts to throw your work out there.
Yes, I’ve been told that it works with laptops too. Desk top computers, not so much. Sooo much fun for those of us on a budget!
I think the book may have been this tree’s relative.
Well, it’s the dawn of a new week, and the end of my vacation. I’ve been ‘off grid’ for the past week, camping in the beautiful, Bon Echo Provincial Park. While I was out having a great time with family and friends, my trail cams were hard at work, picking up some of the curious denizens of my ‘back forty’.
There’s more videos than shown here, but these are what I believe, to be some of the best.
Caleb just wants to say “Hello”, to the newest tree dweller and perhaps invite it to dinner. Notice how he sniffs around for just the right herbs to go with his guest. Hmmm . . . the entire woods seems to be out of rosemary.
Failing to find any spices to go with the tree hugging, one-eyed ‘thing-a-ma-jiggy’, Caleb decides to head to the creek for a round with the boys.
Having just read George Orwell’s, 1984, Betty decides to cover the camera. She soon realizes that opposable thumbs are an asset and gives up.
Shunning the paranoia of “Bookworm Betty”, Fabiana takes the spotlight for her chance at fame.
Less than pleased that her debut vid has acquired only one like (her mom), Fabiana decides to upgrade the SEO’s of her site. Again, those opposable thumbs . 😦
The dawn of a new week, and with a hot cup of joe steaming beside me, I’m bringing you my thoughts on D. Wallace Peach’s, The Ferryman and the Sea Witch.
What Amazon says:
The merrow rule the sea. Slender creatures, fair of face, with silver scales and the graceful tails of angelfish. Caught in a Brid Clarion net, the daughter of the sea witch perishes in the sunlit air. Her fingers dangle above the swells.
The queen of the sea bares her sharp teeth and, in a fury of wind and waves, cleanses the brine of ships and men. But she spares a boy for his single act of kindness. Callum becomes the Ferryman, and until Brid Clarion pays its debt with royal blood, only his sails may cross the Deep.
Two warring nations, separated by the merrow’s trench, trade infant hostages in a commitment to peace. Now, the time has come for the heirs to return home. The Ferryman alone can undertake the exchange.
Yet, animosities are far from assuaged. While Brid Clarion’s islands bask in prosperity, Haf Killick, a floating city of derelict ships, rots and rusts and sinks into the reefs. Its ruler has other designs.
And the sea witch crafts dark bargains with all sides.
Callum is caught in the breach, with a long-held bargain of his own which, once discovered, will shatter this life.
There’s plenty of blade crossing, high seas drama, and juicy betrayal in this fantasy novel. I was quickly caught up in the ‘Gulf Stream’ plot, unsure of where I’d be deposited next.
What really sucked me into the maelstrom was Peach’s amazing world and word building. Her writing flows like a powerful river, deep, smooth, and uninterrupted. I felt the story! From the crushing depths of the Deep, where the merrow live, to the rusted hulks of the impoverished, Haf Killick, I left my couch without standing.
I found that none of the characters were entirely evil, nor good. They all had a personal story of trauma and some justification for their actions. I wouldn’t hesitate to read another work by this author. Well done!
Meet D. Wallace Peach and get your copy:
A long-time reader, best-selling author D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life after the kids were grown and a move left her with hours to fill. Years of working in business surrendered to a full-time indulgence in the imaginative world of books, and when she started writing, she was instantly hooked.
In addition to fantasy books, Peach’s publishing career includes participation in various anthologies featuring short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She’s an avid supporter of the arts in her local community, organizing and publishing annual anthologies of Oregon prose, poetry, and photography.
Peach lives in a log cabin amongst the tall evergreens and emerald moss of Oregon’s rainforest with her husband, two owls, a horde of bats, and the occasional family of coyotes.