The Dark Tree – A Poem


It swayed and creaked in

the wind.

The black silken crows

gave a queer semblance of

life to the tree,

Its bare branches covered

with a multitude perched like

the clinging of leaves.

It swayed and it creaked

and spoke of its sins,

Dark feathers fluttered,

as if to  fool a passerby’s eye

that life still dwelt in the trees dead limbs.

None made a sound, not a caw

not a screech, no  utterance did they speak;

for you see they had  been given a task long ago,

to bear silent witness to the migration

of lost souls.

For no man,

should ever die alone.

So they perched and they preened

as the body swayed and creaked

on the rope below.

by Philip Wardlow

The me you see… – A Poem


The me you see, is just a pale umbra of whom I’m supposed to be.

I’m just a toad at the wall who can’t make the jump up,

I try and I try and I just bounce off.

It’s a cliff so sheer and high that it’s a trick to defy the eye.

But what I really don’t know is that I’m just a toad in the road

and it’s just a small curb on a street I’ve come up against.

I tell myself one more jump…kerplunk!

My little toad head hurts like hell from all the bashing

against the wall it’s felt.

If I can just find a crack and crawl in and wind my way up.

But that would require luck…fuck

Where the hell am I going to get any of that?

So I’m a toad,

not a frog a princess can kiss.

Sorry no prince underneath  miss

But I will be the prince of toads one day

So fuck the frog I say!

and I look for that crack in the wall,

no matter how small.

Update on My Writing Work…and how I found out what’s really important.


Hello one and all…first I want to thank all my followers  basically for still following me…:).

For the ones I follow I have loved reading your blogposts as well.  You might have noticed that I’m sure when I comment on  a blogpost that peaks my interests.  I’m usually one of the first ones to chime in on something you might have said if it catches my eye.

I have had a pretty sluggish month for posting to my blog.  My writing in general for my short stories for this month has been  sub-par you might say.  I will be wrapping up two short stories to display on here soon that I hope to send off to some publishers as well.  I wanted to also write a few personal anectdoal stories on here as well when time permits along with some Blogger award stuff I’ve been meaning to get to.

The main reason for my lack of posting is that my wife had to have a pretty major surgery which will have a long recovery time of about 6-8 weeks before she’s back to her normal self. ( When she gets back to full health she’ll be hitting me in no time….she likes to abuse me…:)

Anyways, I just thought I should let you know that. I don’t feel I owe an explanation to the souls in cyberspace I just felt like telling you for no particular reason other than that your all a small part of my life.

I also wanted to  express that I do have to thank my wife though for opening my eyes.

Often I stressed out when I felt I wasn’t  being productive enough in my writing. I felt less than if I didn’t meet the personal challenges I set forth for myself in my writing.

As I sat by my wife’s hospital bed  after her long 6hr  ordeal of a surgery I realized that I felt at peace. At peace because this is where I needed to be, where I wanted to be.  The proximity of her and knowing she was alive and starting to heal as she slept was all that I wanted in that moment. I didnt’t feel a compulsion for anything except for her to get better.

She’s home now and slowly getting better. I’m  taking care of her and everything else in life (like writing) seems insignificant.

My writing is important to me but I realized it will never be what she is to me, for you see, she is my muse in everything that I call this life and you have to take care of your muse …especially if your a writer  …right…:).

Thanks again!

Excelsior!

The Science of Speed – A poem


The Science of Speed

3 to 120 Meters Per Second,

the speed at which nerves endings transmit signals through the body.

This body wants to be touched gently by your fingertips;

I have no doubt it would feel like you had never left.

25,000 miles per hour,

the speed it takes to escapes Earth’s gravity.

What would it take to escape my want of you?

186,282 miles per second,

the speed at which light travels.

When that light strikes my eyes how long would it take

for you to realize what’s still behind them?

Time dilation ,

the theory that as your body increases in velocity

time slows down.

I wish to have you near so we could accelerate to the infinite, then

time would slow to nothing and in that final instant

when our speed was at its apex

time would simply stop,

and forever with you would

never end.

I am an Ant


I am an Ant,

and I carry this burden

as I walk the branch.

I come, I go and I carry

my piece of a bright

green leaf.

Why? I do not know,

but there are many of us;

thousands, millions, billions

with this leaf held tight

in our mandibles as we

march day and night.

They walk over me.

I walk over them.

Some build a bridge from their

bodies over a stream so the

rest of us can cross.

Some have perished in their building,

washed away down stream to find a

new course.

The rest of us just keep marching,

with our big green leaf held high,

for we are ants

and know no other life.

Collecting your Thoughts….a writers advice on one GOT TO HAVE IT TOOL as you write.


Tools…

You need Tools to build things, whether it’s a book case,  a bed, or a barn…you need tools for the job.  You can’t hit a nail with your fist. Besides hurting like hell you won’t get anywhere  execpt bloody and perhaps a visit to the  emergency room.

Writing is the same way; certain tools are needed.  For many who write I’m sure that comes as no surprise. Stephen King says he brings his whole tool box from the garage  when he writes because he’ll never know what he’ll need.

For me, words are like gold when I write.  When I’m writing, I’m constantly trying to find that perfect string  of words, that when put together right, form a picture of a place,  character, an emotion,  or an action that grabs hold of the reader’s mind and puts them there right into the story.

Going back to Stephen King, I found that he is one of the masters at doing that. He is very good at looking at something in real life and flipping it to some analogous turn of phrase that you instantly connect to in your mind. I often seek to emulate writers like him and others. I have found one TOOL (method)  gets me close to that type of good writing; being observant about what I see, hear, smell,touch,taste, and then following it up by cataloging that thought down somewhere….anywhere….the memo function on my phone, a notepad, dictation to the phone, a napkin, on my hand (yes I did that once) or even literally telling your signifcant other to remember “this” until I get home  so I can jot it down.

Some thoughts strike like lighting about something you experience and you DON’T want to lose it.  You may not use it in the current story you are working on but you will surely have need of it in the wee hours of the night when you are searching for that one turn of phrase that will bring it all home in that one paragraph that you are  having sooooo much trouble putting to bed.

Words are not cheap so don’t let the gold coins dribble through a hole in your pants pocket to be lost and forgotten.  It’s great to be able to go to a cache of magical words and phrases that  you have saved up and rummage  through it once in awhile and say, hey that would work in this part.

So keep  the gold mine open and productive. I supremely HATE it when I forget something that was the coolest thing ever thought of on the face of this Earth.

Below are few of my “golden” words you might say about every day observations in life.  Some are direct form my own brain, some may be stolen you might say from family members, friends, or even strangers that I heard making their own unique observations that didn’t even know they were being original when they said them.  Don’t worry it’s okay to steal phrases from others; some of the best words and phrases come from an author’s relationships with others (not talking plagerism of course).  Let me know what your thoughts on the tools you use when writing:

Black and white striped sock

looked like the ribcage of a

rat lying in the gutter.

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Her skin hung on her bones like

 a thin wrinkled suit on a hanger.

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I called them bumbies, half bum,half zombie

because of their slow shuffling jerky walk

down the street in their tattered dirty clothes

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Somehow I feel I ‘m framed like a picture,

Bounded and contained, my limits  are set

at four corners, my face compressed

tight against the glass.

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I feel the sharpness of your eyes cut into

me keener than any blade could cut  the thinnest

hair in half.

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Btw the way did you notice how I picked a Phillips’s Screwdriver for my tool in the  title pic above…get it …because my name is Philip…he he he…..oh well..anyways..that’s my attempt at  very  obscure, very subtle  stupid humor…then I again it’s  not very humorous if I feel like I have to point it out to you guys…:)

Roadkill – My Novella Published to Amazon as an Ebook


There are things that lurk in our world unseen, dark creatures lost in a time and a world so ancient as to be forgotten by the same humans who made dark dealings with them so very long ago.

Now per happenstance, on a dark shrouded road these worlds will collide briefly again….

What would you do if you hit and killed something on the road in a raging blizzard in the middle of the night and that something you killed had a companion which meant to force you to make amends for your actions?

Adrian is the thirty-something already troubled family man who suddenly finds himself in that world.  Adrian soon discovers it doesn’t want him. It wants the thing he holds most dear to his heart. Whom will the thing choose as the price to be paid, Adrian’s lovely wife Elisa, or his young eight year old daughter Sylvia?

Following the ancient laws set forth, a balance must be kept, and Adrian the good family man, must pay the price whether he likes it or not. Will Adrian have it in him to fight to keep his family whole or will he give into his fears and past traumas that have haunted him for years and lose the ones he loves along with perhaps his own life in the process?

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Roadkill Book above now published on Amazon as an Ebook for the Kindle and sells for $2.99…OR if you are an Amazon Prime Member you can borrow the book for free with no due date until you want something new to read by me or anyone else who sells in the Select Collection series which contain literally thousands of titles.

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The KDP Select Program through Amazon I think personally is a great idea…it basically sets up a fund or bank if you will to allow self publishers like myself to get exposure and perhaps little mula if the whenever the eBook gets read.  Notice I said read..not bought . Sure some can buy the book but some members can just borrow it for awhile at no cost. The more my book is borrowed compared to what’s in the Fund and what other member’s books in the program are borrowed directly affect what I may receive as a stipend you might say at the end of that monthly period. It’s possible if you have good book to get to more readers and make more money promoting it this way than simply selling it out right. It pays to give it away to some extent you might say….Speaking of giving it away, I do believe I will have five free days made available to me to offer it to anyone as an Ebook  whether your a Prime member or not. I will let you know when that happens. (or you could always buy it before that…hint hint..:) …)

As always I am submitting my work to publishers, and entering contests. I am now just trying to attack this thing I call a dream of mine on another front to get my work out there.(less to make money but that doesn’t hurt either)  Hopefully for those who have or might read my work and found it to your liking. Please pass my name along  to  your friends and family who also might be interested in a good read.

Thanks.

What does a guy like me who writes Fantasy likes to do in his spare time when he has it?


 The Renaissance Fair of Course!

Yes that is me in the background  wearing that ridiculous fencing  get up and kicking the ass out of probably a seventeen year old kid while looking like an idiot with balloons on my head….but I won! I parried and thrusted like no bodies business.

The Renaissance Fair is every Fantasy writers dream! Right? C’mon Right..

Yes, I like the Renaissance Fair….so what! ….  And NO I do not wear tights and dress up with a sword at my side or wear chain mail and talk in a Medieval accent.  (even though I would secretly like to very much)

I do enjoy the atmosphere…it’s almost like you have stepped back into the past some 500-700 yrs ago… Except first you must plop down the  $ 19.95 admission price  just before you can cross the moat over the drawbridge and enter under the portcullis (through the gates). But just wait after that it gets better!

There’s entertainment galore! Archery, Throwing Axes,Fencing (as seen above), Jousting (not me but by actors, I wish),humorous skits, music and merriment, drinking,eating…..oh the food…I die for a big Turkey Leg in hand while I’m walking down the thorough fares of the town as the vendors hawk their wares (no I don’t want to buy any tights..now leave me the fuck alone…I mean fuck off my dear sir praythee well), or how about crossing a bridge and getting insulted by an ugly troll (is there any other kind) that lives underneath…..true.. scouts honor. No I did not punch him…the courts never proved  a thing.

One of the first things you run into if your lucky enough….WAIT what the hell am I saying?  If your UNLUCKY enough, is the MayPole Girls..I took this video myself as they accosted me as I walked by them…check the video out HERE. Needless to stay the experience was very disturbing…avoid them at all costs….just check out the very short video of them and you’ll see what I mean…creepy.  I got the hell out of that area after the video was taken. My family abandoned me..traitors!

I have only gone twice so far just starting in 2008.  I’m thinking of going next year if time and money  allows. I also may participate in the Archery Tournament that is held  there on occasion. I’m a pretty fair shot and I think I can hold my own.  If you end up one of the top Three Archers in the contest, the title of Ranger is bestowed upon you forever at the fair…yeah I’m a nerd like that.

All in all it’s a good time to be had.  Money well spent. I was lucky that both times we had went it had been a sunny gorgeous day because the Festival is open rain or shine. I highly recommend it if you are looking for something to do in the summer time. There are several Festivals such as these spread across various states which run usually from late June through September…here is their website of the one I went to in Holly,MI called The Michigan Renassaince Festival. Below are a few other pics from our little adventure back in time:

Knights Riding out to Present themselves to the Queen prior to the Joust
Lively band full of bag pipes,drums, and the merriment I was talking about
The Asshole of Troll who flings insults at you at the bridge..but he’s a good singer …for a Troll that is.

If you have ever gone to one of these I would like to hear about your own experiences good or bad. Sir Philip of the Crows bids you good day.

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Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul

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Where writers gather

The Emotional Being

Realise your innate perfection

MelDouleur.com

one thousand words are not enough

Erotic Yearnings

Erotic Poetry and Stories

STROKE(d)

journal

TheFeatheredSleep

Tigers not daughters

VIVID LENS VIEW

Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...

Awapara Art

A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life, and my Wandering Mind

All Thoughts Work™ Outdoors

Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013

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Reviews, raves, and rants it's all about the books we read

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A cozy cottage for writers and book lovers

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