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Thursday, August 31, 2023

For You


Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Poet Longs for The Moon

Poet Longs for The Moon
(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved


Tuesday, August 29, 2023


"Here, there's miles
and miles
of scrolls to stroll:
All the wiles of forefathers' fruit,
and now as suits our
Great Composer,
Your majestic, metronomic ink."
She said with smile, and a wink.


Monday, August 28, 2023

2nd Watercolour

Wet on wet start


Sunday, August 27, 2023

Saturday, August 26, 2023

Your Girl, When I was in Tennessee

Photo: December '22


Photo Hodgepodge

Local sights I thought you might be interested in.

Friday, August 25, 2023

Nectar: 1st Stanza

Thursday, August 24, 2023

The One Who Whispers

Green Ruins & Shallow Blues

(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved
(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

~”The One Who Whispers?”~
-- ~”Yes.”~ A smile: warm and wicked; loving and cold; (over-)friendly and distant; charming and brusque; caring and vicious; patient and demanding: a Smile.

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Midnight Dreams


Monday, August 21, 2023

A Funny Thing Happened on My Way to Watercolours

I intended to paint in Watercolours, but I Gouached instead.  There is some Watercolour on there as well, but -- well, it is what it is.  Next weekend, perhaps.

Sunday, August 20, 2023

Here With Me


Saturday, August 19, 2023

Friday, August 18, 2023

Memories via Microsoft

Photos taken at the Cummer Museum, in Jacksonville, Florida.
The photos popped up on my Microsoft, 'on this day'-wall.

No plans to move back there. Just liked them enough to share.




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Thursday, August 17, 2023

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

I've posted this in the hopes that it cheers you up.

Wednesday, August 16, 2023

Red Sisters Heal the Sick and Comfort the Dying

I have had some form of the Red Sisters since at least early 1999, and their mission and the various Orders and so forth have only deepened and increased in detail.  I had briefly used The Mutant Epoch rules for a version of Urutsk which I haven't released; perhaps with the eventual publication from Outland Arts of the TME Companion Rules, I'll revisit that document of mine.


Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Kingdoms of the East


Monday, August 14, 2023

WH: Solter: EVIL

I would love to learn Ballroom Dancing and use this in our routine.


Book One Metafiction: Kaleb Thorn versus Aelvryqh Vydqelph

     "Kaleb Thorn, mad wizard, regarded the dying Leer Jagger for last words; as the religious zealot died, the crimson flame took him and his body in a moment was transformed with twinkles of sparks turned again to dust and blown away on the aetheric wind."

     " 'Come foe, my blade has yet to slake her thirst.' --"
-- "Did his language used to be spoken?"

Klare, distracted by Syil's question, looked up confused.
"What?  No, Aelvryqh's time is a prior World Age, there's little, if any, connection to Aynglysh.  Well, -- I mean, William Woodhawk has said that Immur is an analogue of Grand Breton, the actual kingdom where he is from.  The Entropic Cross is, 'the Jack Banner, but turned widdershins'."

Syil was more confused for the information.
-- "I only ask because that manner of speech is similar to that of my world; I think that there are even shared words; Lord Carthy --"
"Hey, do you want me to keep reading, or ?"

Syil smiled, but tilted her head.
-- "I'm hungry.  I had a lot of forced blood production work today; kinda' famished, fam'."
Klare screwed up her face at 'fam' and shook her head, tight lipped.
Syil laughed.
-- "That story you told me about the origin of 'Okay'.  So strange, your people.  So much free time to play games."


Sunday, August 13, 2023


Saturday, August 12, 2023

Low-Poly Book Two Scene


Friday, August 11, 2023

Ia! Ia! Shub-Nigurath; Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young

This became a symbol.
The holy cloven goat tree.

I would come out from my 2nd Story Submarine, night and day, and I would think of a certain someone.  This became a meditative focus, an object of prayer, a telepathic conduit, a dream symbol.

With foliage or without, this lovely survivor, twinned, and twined, was, and, -- although I'm not living there anymore -- still is that symbol which most connects me to that certain someone.

Thursday, August 10, 2023

Excerpt of Book II

Darkness came early with afternoon rain. Aleks saw a structure, some outbuilding with what could had been steps to those overgrown on the nearby hill. He made his way there at increased pace, only to be confronted by a creature -- some sort of chimaera, almost of mythological depiction -- which spoke with an inhuman voice,

“Papa, how much longer? I must go! Don’t make water or you’ll be beaten. Hurry!”
The two voices came from something like a giant greyhound of sleek black napped fur with black orbs for eyes, its lolling tongue blood red and long and tapered. Its legs terminated in talons with which it tore up clumps of the tough, dense, blue-green grass. Its black orbs were almost impossible to disregard, and Aleks had to force himself awake each moment; in dazed instants, the thing closed on him with startling speed. Aleks presented his firearm, waved its muzzle in the creature’s direction; it slowed its advance, but the waves of semi-consciousness intensified.
-- “Don’t force my hand.”
The creature stepped back but loped up the grade to cut-off Aleks avenue of escape,
“Just look at what you’ve done, Tharma! That’ll never come out!”

Musings on the second book, Tarot, and daily nothings

Thursday now.

I'm likely still awake, possibly just returned from watching an episode of, Into the Badlands, with my Brother-in-Law.  He's open to finishing Andor when we're finished with this season of ItB.

The second book is heavily focused on one family, although the characters from the first book figure in the second half in a sort of asymmetrical mirror.  Some of my most heart wrenching writing, makes me cry reading it -- I'm a monster, poor imaginary people, what I'm putting them through.  Still they're made of sterner stuff, and having passed through the Black Flame has made them masters of their destiny and better humans for their ordeals.

Bought a PoD copy of a tarot deck book, but tracking-down the actual deck is proving tricky, perhaps the  Black One, Dabil Arasoya, will have one pass into my hands with enough diligent searching; after all, TANSTAaFL.       🕸

Wednesday, August 9, 2023

Parched: An AI Photograph