Anante

   The war that hundreds of ‘the missing’ sacrificed and died to prevent from happening comes to light. With explosions and the cries of lost loved ones, it begins bloody and telling of the desolate years to come.   Milton leaves Ardordam once again to move through the international underground that is working to keep the destruction on both sides at a minimum. Their ultimate goal is find a way to end the war. Adeline begs her mentor not to go as she fears he will not return to her a second time. But Milton is adamant to keep war out of Ardordam and away from Miss Adley’s door. Her pleading breaks his heart and shakes his

The Serpent Council has been tasked with the journey of crossing the infamous wastelands ruled by the tricky sphinxes. Deep within the territory of the unknown, they encounter one of the felines’ riddles. And in order to guarantee their continued safe passage, they decipher the sphinx’s puzzle. To complete it they each must fulfill the task commanded by the riddle: confess their deepest and most closely guarded secret to one amongst their party, never bestowing one serpent with multiple confidences.  In the race to complete the riddle they find the last to confess and the last to be confidant: the Cobra Guardian Sethos and the Vip

   The war that hundreds of ‘the missing’ sacrificed and died to prevent from happening comes to light. With explosions and the cries of lost loved ones, it begins bloody and telling of the desolate years to come.   Milton leaves Ardordam once again to move through the international underground that is working to keep the destruction on both sides at a minimum. Their ultimate goal is find a way to end the war. Adeline begs her mentor not to go as she fears he will not return to her a second time. But Milton is adamant to keep war out of Ardordam and away from Miss Adley’s door. Her pleading breaks his heart and shakes his

The Serpent Council has been tasked with the journey of crossing the infamous wastelands ruled by the tricky sphinxes. Deep within the territory of the unknown, they encounter one of the felines’ riddles. And in order to guarantee their continued safe passage, they decipher the sphinx’s puzzle. To complete it they each must fulfill the task commanded by the riddle: confess their deepest and most closely guarded secret to one amongst their party, never bestowing one serpent with multiple confidences.  In the race to complete the riddle they find the last to confess and the last to be confidant: the Cobra Guardian Sethos and the Vip

Deep, southern thunderstorms Shook timbers when he laughed, A tall shadow capturing all light And creature in its path. Determined to capture memories from day One he swore, From a cage released a four legged friend Out to run toward the scared little girls Who soon gave chase and became enamored With the hunting hounds, grease-stained jumpsuit And a booming voice. To love a giant with gentle hands who delicately peeled The Hello Kitty Band-Aids on scraped knees to heal. After the school bus disappeared Down dusty clouds of long, dirt roads They raced through antique filled rooms Looking for an auto shop store Together picked string beans

Don’t be scared. You have that look again, Both frightened and awed by the unknown. Have you not been taught to redact at your whim? New powers bestowed to bend the earth, Manipulate light and shadow at your will, And all you can show for it is your hesitation. Your self beration. Lack of imagination. A total want of skill and cunning. Don’t be scared. Your fears are the last trial To these short yet endless years. Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared.

Good night, If it troubles to force the sands of night’s bid So sprites and demons would dance around in your head, Singing tunes and curses into the ear That stars would sew and pivot with their threads. Night’s dreams and mares disturb the surface To make way a world of pleasant fancy and bliss. They raise the sail of the sandman's ship Down a hole for the unknown and unreasonable. Whispering fears and joys that dare not eclipse Was too deep a hole for the setting of the curious sun. But bravery is light that rises over the backs Of earth’s plains and strange waters And crawls back the creatures of the night in haste. Wait

You were the secret I trailed behind quietly with an expression of awe. You passed into the light like it's master and you collapsed your shadow on me. I wore it as my cloak of refuge. You bore me words in anger and jest yet I was reborn in the turn of your lips. They lined the hollows of my ears with petals and in laughter they bloomed. When my dreams were a paper heart in the pocket of your outline you walked into the light you mastered. I dared not follow. I escaped your shadow and tasted the sun with relish. With fear and hope I fled. Today I dream of the black hole that drew my childhood into its depths. The lovely figure smile

The reflection beside me is a lie. Once I thought it was my copy But the small differences are what matter most, A twin perhaps if the thought pleases. Their leaves are like mine, Their sturdy trunk like mine, And roots in the soil. Could it be? Are we not so alike after all? But time has found ways to make us linked Bonded in eternity Beneath grass, weeds and dirt Grafted as though holding, no, tangling. Fingers laced together sweetly yet cruelly How fate has treated the two of us Now we must get along Be companions during this forced partnership. In my periphery you plead Please don’t call me the reflection, you say. The reflect

It's a cold landscape In the black night of your life As I yell into your wind These shivers become endless.

The space between trees is the viewfinder at the beginning of time. In and out, exchanges for visions lost across deserts and seas. Inside, the rattling of tales. Outside, the wailing of ships. When the roots strike gold, leaves mourn their summit. Height does not bring the heavens to them, they are brought to the heavens. An elevator ride away they rebel with fury: their downward journey, a picture found between twigs. And they kiss the soil. Ask them. “How do you feel? You lose your leaves in the fall.” Listen. They say. “It’s a sad thing to be ill.”