Step Into the Blur

November 6, 2017

Stand firm
in your body: it will not melt
if darkness falls.

Cocoon
your soul, swaddle it, strap it
to your chest.

Your heart
learns faith like a song,
each step a chorus.

Realize: you stand
at the edge of all maps.
Fear is your scout.

You carry
your own light like a flint.
Strike that stone

within you;
sparks fly out, seek tinder,
catch fire.

In the blur
you do not fear dragons.
Out on the edge,

you are
the dragon.
Test your wings.

Deborah A Miranda

Land falls sick

November 6, 2017

Once land gets in a state, once it begins to deteriorate, it is hard to reverse the process. Land falls sick just like people – that’s the whole tragedy of our time.

Brian W. Aldiss
Earthworks

the rich juices of red meat

November 6, 2017

Blood and Crows by Jorge Jacinto

I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom’s realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer’s Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

Robert E. Howard
Queen of the Black Coast