Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Witch of Discontent

Artwork by Aunia Kahn

Existing in the dark to ensnare your trance
I can cure your madness with my spells
Evil envelopes me as I hunt for my power
Lost in the reflection of past sentiments
I know the desolation of my heart, no feelings remain
Hopelessly fallen, destined to remain with demons
Desiring release from the bondage of my suffering
Destroying dragons that possess supremacy
Abolishing fairies that hold the keys to tranquillity
Blood drips with indiscretion
My magic can not release me from my guilt
My beauty does not make me immune to torment
My fever burns with loneliness
The witch of discontent.

My poem was featured in @ForeverNocturne 's October issue. Check them out here!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Secrets of My Silence

Artwork by Aunia Kahn

If you have noticed, (and maybe you haven't) there have been no posts on this blog for a long time. I have a bunch of drafts of poems and stories just sitting there, I feel sort of stuck as far as my creativity goes. I really hope my silent streak will end soon! I need to sit down and focus on writing something that makes sense, this might be a challenge for me. :D I think this picture is perfect for how I feel as far as my voice goes, and also it matches the poem below. I saw this posted on Facebook and I stuck with me. We have all have secrets and reasons for them. So until I post my own writing, enjoy this.... :)

The Secret Is Out

At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.
For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up on the cement wall,
The scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
There is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this.

~ W.H. Auden

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Malakh a novella by Sharon Gerlach

I'm very excited and honored to be featuring my good friend Sharon Gerlach on my blog for her blog tour! Her novella is a fascinating story that I hope everyone takes the time to read! Sharon explains the background and about how her story came to life:


An angelic serial killer. That's the subject of my novella Malakh, released on April 8th by Running Ink Press. The word "angelic" has morphed over the ages and has come to mean, to most people, sweet and kindly, selfless, Godly.

My angels are dark. Even the good ones make mistakes.

When I decided to write this story in the urban fantasy genre, I wanted to be sure it was something a bit off the beaten path. No vampires. No werewolves. No half-breeds. No government-related antagonist. No superhuman, butt-kicking heroine in law enforcement. Instead, my heroine was to be flawed. She has been selfish, deceitful, and unfaithful. She has betrayed the two most important people in her life. And so Suzanne Harper was born, a flawed bank executive who is merely human.

I didn't want this to be a love story, so I removed both love interests from her present life and put them into the background. And the antagonist…oh, what to do about that? What could possibly inspire a woman to behave in such a manner?

I had a quirky kind of Baptist/Mormon/unchurched upbringing. By the time I was 11, we'd stopped attending any church except on the rare occasion I went to mass with a Catholic friend. But one thing remained constant despite the absence of Sunday reinforcement: my belief in God, His Son, and in scripture. I believe in the rebellion of the angels, believe in the power of both sides to speak into and influence our hearts.

Angels…those messengers of God, guardians of His human creations…and rebels against God's sovereignty, determined to bring about the destruction of the human race. Oh yes, the latter would make the perfect supernatural antagonists! I started a broad internet search to gather information about angels, and one scripture reference caught my attention and wouldn't let go. Genesis 6:2 – "The Sons of God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose."

I delved deeper into the Bible to keep my angels as true as possible in a work of fiction. Colossians tells us that angels are spirits, and don't have to be visible to humankind. Genesis 18 and 19 describe how angels usually appear as human, and generally appear as male rather than female. The angel who rolled back the stone from Christ's tomb after his crucifixion appeared to be made of light. Daniel describes an angel made of metal and precious stones. Isaiah describes some angels with wings. Other passages throughout the Old and New Testaments describe them as stronger than men but not invincible; knowledgeable but not all-knowing, and not omnipresent. Scripture also speaks of different classes of angels, who perform different duties (the mal'akhim, for instance, are messengers of God; mal'akh is also the word for angel in general in Aramaic, Arabic, Ethiopic, and modern Hebrew).

These references gave me everything I needed: physical descriptions; abilities and purposes; a precedent for forbidden relations between angels and humans, and a reason for a messenger to be dispatched from God.

I marvel at the unseen world around us, at beings that can interact with us, influence our decisions and behavior, visible only when it suits their purpose. I've always rather simplistically thought of them as angels and demons—the good angels and the bad angels. But what if even the good angels made bad decisions? Mind you, I don't place any scriptural truth to this notion, as scripture clearly states that an angel who sins will be cast into hell and reserved for judgment, but oh, what a great What If!

So that is how Malakh was born. What are your beliefs regarding angels and demons?

MALAKH can be purchased at Smashwords, Amazon, and Amazon UK.

Follow the amazing and talented Sharon Gerlach on Twitter at @SharonGerlach and read her blog here. Follow Running Ink Press at @RunningInkPress and check out their website here.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Sweet Delirium

Fallen and jaded
Angel of sweet delirium
Reflected in your vision as beautiful
Soaring on the wings of passion, refusing to shatter into dust
Looking upward into the sky, your heaven
Pulling you from the nightmares
Dragging you from the ashes of death
Turn away from the blast of disaster, the wreckage
A lingering danger of broken bells
The wind changes the conception of your fantasy
Visions of where our hearts abide
Fairies of favor will bless our sentiments
My adoration, my love
Your affection, your rapture
My light will never change, never will I abandon your requisite
I will not fade away
My everlasting presence
The fair angel of sweet delirium.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Stormy Bloom

The knife cuts into my mind
Maroon thoughts start to bleed blue
Faith is light, fragile, freely broken
Angels await to comfort our affections
Petals fall, the wind makes them fly
Bound to you by adoration
Torment lingers and creates the maze which we follow
Composing notes as we survive
The strength of our heart will clear the rain.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Entangled in Dusk

Clouds roll in and the light cannot be seen
Caught in the fog, trapped in spider-webs
Everything you desire will be out of your reach
Impossible to escape from the snare
Losing yourself in the darkness
Souls you adored will turn into ghosts
Blinded by deceit and mirrors
Your dreams are lost in a labyrinth
Searching for truth deep within your spirit
What else can I do?
My passion cannot stop the storm from destroying your beauty
The blood from my heart cannot save you.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Sorrows of a Ghost (Douleurs d'un Fantôme)

The other night I was talking to my friend about when I used to speak French. I really did used to speak it! I lived in Europe a long time ago. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to translate one of my poems into French. It's just a little poem I wrote last night. I think it's a beautiful language and I miss hearing it.

My destiny will be ghosts occupying my heart, taking fever from my soul
Abstract affection is what possesses me
Hurting, still bleeding
Fading into the midst of my imagination
My beautiful love for you, diminishing
I am always here, why can't you see me?
Pleading with the roses to take painful retrospection from my mind
Honesty cutting my heart into pieces, falling on the ground, turning into ashes.
Closing my eyes, I am invisible to you
Asking me for a dance, holding your hand
You let me go before I could embrace you

Mon destin sera fantômes occupent mon cœur, en prenant la fièvre de mon âme
Résumé affection est ce qui me possède
Mal, saignement encore
Fading au milieu de mon imagination
Mon bel amour pour vous, la diminution du
Je suis toujours ici, pourquoi ne pas me voir?
Plaidant avec les roses, à prendre la rétrospection douloureuse de mon esprit
Honnêteté coupe mon cœur en morceaux, en tombant sur le sol, se transformant en cendres.
En fermant les yeux, je suis invisible pour vous
me demander une danse, la tenue de votre main
Vous me laisser partir avant que je puisse vous embrasse