Fantasy Author
Once upon a time, I turned to my longsword instructor and asked, "Can we spar?" He was dubious about it, because the difference in our ability was not small. "I want to know what the difference between you and me is," I told him. So we fought, and I learned. -- I have always been... Continue Reading →
I once visited an Iranian grandmother in her home. She made Turkish coffee in delicate cups, and fed me pumpkin pie and chocolates. “It is always like this, back home,” the man with me said, who was from Palestine. “There is always hospitality.” “I am very religious,” the Iranian said in response, and quoted the... Continue Reading →
I heard the full moon sing last night; songs of ancient paths, songs of distant dreams; and the wild spirit that remains in my heart unfolded to hear it. Like a ghost you came, and whispered: Play once more with me. Play another game. How did Wendy answer Peter, that last time? "Peter, you old... Continue Reading →
I want to write something beautiful. Something that speaks to yearning; something that speaks to the yawning cavern, aching to be filled. I want to speak of the darkness of that cavern; of the infinite chamber that hangs silence like a curtain, waiting for the voice strong enough to pierce it – this veil that... Continue Reading →
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. Mary Oliver Lucy came into my life during a dark... Continue Reading →
Originally published on Anima Monday It’s always the strangest sensation. I look up from the 15-inch screen that has consumed my day, and remember that I exist in a physical realm. I close the laptop, and take a moment to notice the sunlight pouring into my living room. I open the window, and take a... Continue Reading →
Shelley J. Reece 