#illyrium

First of all, thank you for being patient! I started classes at Georgetown on Wednesday and arrived back in the US on Tuesday night, so it’s been a very quick adjustment with only a little time to edit photos and write these posts (I LOVE my classes, though!)

Today, I’m going to take you on a walk through two national museums. The first is Sarajevo itself, which is a preserved testament to its…

Achievement makes them bold #poem #steampunk #NaPoWriMo

Illyrium is bright in glass invisible elsewhere it feels like steam against the skin like static in the hair but isolate it in the lab you’ll prove that it’s not there

The academics scowl and scorn declare that it’s a lie a joke from the capricious gods enough to make them cry ‘It has no logic! Makes no sense! No matter what we try…’

The engineers get straight to work by purifying gold by making…

in living flesh #NaPoWriMo #poem #steampunk

in living flesh with shrapnel cursed illyrium boils but does not burst it eats the organs, liver first the heart it hurts the worst

no hope for life, save gold’s embrace in purest form a saving grace that noble metal’s stubborn face can start a curious race

bright the poison coldly burns for freedom from the knots it yearns with spectral arms the wheels it turns while flesh it slowly learns

bones…

The Lovelace Weave #NaPoWriMo #steampunk #poem

If this makes no sense at all, don’t worry about it…

Beneath her corset take a peek Her beating heart behold The trefoils of the Lovelace weave So elegant in gold

Between the knots illyrium flows Until the circuit breaks But off is on and on is off Another circuit makes

From paradox and symmetry With life the engine kicks Back and forth – a merry chase – The oscillator ticks

Whence illyrium? - and other historical matters #writing #HistoricalFiction

When writing historical fiction, it is important to write for the modern reader and yet equally important to remember that language, environment and culture were very different in the past. Anachronisms both deliberate and accidental are likely to distract the reader. (‘Hey, Lancelot,’ said Guinevere, fluttering her eyelashes seductively. ‘Arthur’s away. Fancy a quickie?’ The gallant knight…

spectres of illyrium #poem

devils dance on the sands at night in moonless dark their revels bright poisonous illumined breath seductive silent call to death

wind-roused wisps in a whisp’ring play ephemeral like woodland fae spectres of illyrium in unconfined delirium