Poetry, Fiction, and AI Art Showcase From the Tall Man ... Bara lay in a four-poster bed with dragons carved into the dark wood of its four posts. A red velvet bedspread lay across her lap. The sheets

The world we live in would bloom and diversify, leading to unprecedented creativity and peace, if we learned to cultivate what is truly just, rationale and balanced, and loving; instead we tend to tribal

Dear Dorothy gift your ruby-studded pen to etched papyrus and birch free your thoughts to the ether smoke signals, tattoo'd vapour for the Tin Man has given up any heartfelt aspirations sided with the

Travel Blog Please join me and my guest blogger Minime(Maximi) as we chronicle our latest homeschool trip to Vancouver over the Christmas Holiday. Not to worry poetry fans, you will also find a piece of

Tales From Our Travels Minime, who is now most certainly Maximen ... a whole head taller ... just got back from a trip to Vancouver. The trip was part of our homeschooling and so over the next week or

Sally, the Rag doll. Cosplay A verry belated Merry Christmas to you all, Hivelanders. I hope it was a wonderful experience for you and all you love. I did try to post this cosplay before Christmas; alas

Giving Tuesday We have entered Decemeber and the season of giving. Tomorrow where I am is the annual event we call Giving Tuesday. A day set aside to encourage charitable donations. If you are able, please

What Makes A Zombie So What makes a zombie so brain-eating for sure reason and coherence they’re the first to go A bump in the night a groan and a grunt tenacious teeth take hold pierce to the membrane

Nature Decorates for Christmas We were treated a few nights back, in the Northern Hemisphere anyways, to a spectacular Northern Lights show, otherwise known as the Aurora Borealis. These shots were taken

Beauty, Beauty, Beauty Beauty, Beauty, Beauty I’ll apply this oil with ease Upon my icy décolletage Leaving not a balm, not a drop To soothe your aching feet Work, Work, Work Sear under a blaring sun Toil

Opiated Pinocchios and Fire Crones From the Fire Crone and Stone Harlot ... The old lady knew a lot of words for a promiscuous women, but who’d have thought she could move so fast? A drop of blood fell

Open Up and Say Ahh Open Up and Say Ahhh analogs disengage, evacuate flutter away to the unseen glitchy, imagined code joints within the web of existence okay, I will say it although it has been said enough

Into the Maze Excerpt from the Wisp ... Bara took the diary from her bag. The amber was blinding in the bright sunshine. She and Colin joined Amy on the bench. Colin read. … I waited for Guenevere to come

After the Fire once-towering ancient wonders a crumbling cremated scaffold a disintegrating monochrome black and ashen bones charcoal fractals decay to an oily grey dust a reservoir of energy to reconstruct

Bride of Frankenstein Cosplay I had to wait a few weeks to break ground on this costume. I had ordered a crinoline. It arrived solid but underwhelming in girth. In the future I will likely build my own

Corpse Bride Cosplay Welcome to November Hivelanders. I hope those that celebrate had a wonderful Halloween night. Mine was uneventful; juat handing out treats to little ghosts and ghous. And no, the Corpse

Skeleton an hourglass holds time plankton blooms, expires settles as deathly remains land shifts, flows and raises waves and rivers, abrades and fractures abyss dwellers brought to Earth diatom skeletons

title From the Wisp ... A breeze rattled the leaves above. Several shook free and landed on the stone bench Amy and Bara sat upon. The maple held onto its fall color, but the underside of dark limbs stood

From Pretty Detritus deep within petals the well is not dry nature hides away fertility and moisture from the scathing gaze of a fickle life-giver warlord, feast maker outer lips exposed to the elements

In the Maze; Excerpt from the Wisp From the Wisp ... The Wolf glared at Bara, growled, and then tore off after the dark-haired boy and the stolen locket. Follow. Bara came to sitting. She brought herself