The Mountain's Call

2015-Sep-09, Wednesday 19:31
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The mountain kills its poets, and the mountain maddens bards:
the chair of the giant who slumbers here—it furiously guards
whatever secrets gifted once to those with fae regards.
Turn away, O would-be poet! Turn away, O hopeful bard!
You’re worth more living than inspired, more than Annwn’s discards.

Her name was Tesni, bright, warm, strong. Listener, take heed: )


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Other young ladies Etain's age of ten years were helping the war effort. They cared for younger siblings to free up their mothers for tasks more important to keeping the queendom of Danaan running; they tended gardens to free up the fields for growing food for the soldiers fighting the Anglians; they knit socks to keep the soldiers' feet warm. Warm feet were very important, Cliodhna told Etain wisely. Nobody could think or do very well with cold feet.

Etain wasn't very good at knitting )


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Ella Chose

2015-Jan-21, Wednesday 03:55
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Ella chose
to lose one shoe
knowing that
your eye she drew.
Away she flew )

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You speak of 'spinning glamorie' or 'weaving glamorie' as though spinning and weaving are arts comparable to that of creating glamorie. You say this who have never done any threadwork in your life. Here: pass the shuttle between the warp threads and watch the thread grow too taut here, the weave too loose there. Here: give the spindle a twist and watch the infant yarn fall to pieces.

You say the effort of glamorie is comparable to that of threadwork. You, sir, lie. If glamorie were difficult as threadwork, you would compel me to do it, rather than forbidding me.


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they say there are two wolves
in each of us
one made of all the vicious things
one made of all the virtues

which wolf wins?
the one I feed

but anger is a thing of vicious wolf
"God grant me the serenity"—
it is not courage that changes things
that can, that must be changed
it is anger

virtuous wolf takes no offense where none is meant
which values intent of speaker
over pain
of those hurt by careless words

if I starve the virtuous wolf
indeed I will become
a hateful thing
a hate-full thing

but if instead
I starve the vicious wolf
I will not be good
just sanctimonious

and how to call someone 'good'
who would deny a helpless animal
its only source of food

I feed both wolves
which wolf wins?
why must there be a winner?


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(the history of the two-wolves story and the version used as reference for this poem)

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2014-May-27, Tuesday 14:53
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Home Is Where The Heart Is is an installment in Nine for the Nebula's Heart, meditating on the nature of quests.

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2014-May-19, Monday 13:20
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Before You Make Your Move is an installment in Nine for the Nebula's Heart. Ndidi and Hinata each learn something valuable from the other.

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This is a story from the universe of my novel quartet in progress, Blow That Trumpet Gabriel. Consider it canon.


Jyoti stood alone )


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This is a story from the universe of my novel quartet in progress, Blow That Trumpet Gabriel. It is not necessarily canon; not nearly enough of the books have been written for me to know.

Content warning: character death.


who had love that's now departed? )


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