The Black Lance of Talbot

Two knights, one foul – one fair, met in the dust of a forgotten town. This was not the first time. The war was over. The war is never over. The Black Knight leaned on his lance. The White Knight tightened her shield-strap. They had a late lunch. The local inn was nearly empty that […]

retrograde

My life has been defined by desperate acts. (crack of thunder) Yes, I sip from this goblet of dark wine and stare out this window at the darkening moors. This is not going as intended, but I have become accustomed to such things. I’m trying to write my way through something. Writing is just words, […]