My first foray into typography.
One of my first ventures into Photoshop.
I wrote this after many evening walks around Christmas time. The full moon and her halo (and her veil of … More
I wrote this nine Thanksgivings ago. It speaks for itself. I love you, Grandma and Grandpa, and I miss you. … More
I wrote this nearly a decade ago after Thanksgiving. It speaks for itself. http://diddles25.deviantart.com/art/Anthem-to-the-Thanksgiving-Day-of-the-Fall-410589457 Laoidh dhan Là-Buidheachais am Fhoghair Anthem … More
I wrote this for Samhain, 2013. My last great-uncle was fading fast and I had lost a number of loved … More
I wrote this last Halloween, when it rained on Samhain Night. A welcome break in California’s drought. Hail to the … More
It’s Samhain (SOW-wen) Night, the end of the old year and of the summer (and thus the harvest). It’s the one time of the year when the boundary between the world of the dead and the world of the living (and boundaries in general) are not clearly defined and thus anything can happen.
After I wrote this poem as an homage to the heroine of this tragic tale from ancient Ireland, I enjoy the tale of Deirdre more now that I have put some research and detail into it.
She was the daughter of the court poet of King Conchobhar of Ulster, and at her birth the court prophet foretold that she would be the fairest in the land but that kings and lords would war over her, much blood would be spilt because of her, and Ulster’s three finest warriors would be forced into exile for her sake and die. While the king’s army demanded that the baby be killed, King Conchobhar was taken by the description of her beauty and, not exactly thinking with his brain, decided to have her raised in seclusion, away from other men, and would marry her once she was of age. But things didn’t go as he thought they would…