How do I get out of this rut? A gothic word.

Have you ever been in a rut? I feel like so many of us have been in this place lately. You know what I mean. It’s not specifically a financial rut, a relationship rut, a job satisfaction rut, a creative rut. Maybe it is a bit of all of these in someways, and yet, I’m referring…

The crawling darkness

This is an old one. A poem wrote many dark nights ago (okay, years ago) and just for fun I thought it may like to see the light of day. Notably, it’s a darker take on a line by Wordsworth, inspired in the first line I use.   The crawling darkness. JR Manawa. darkness falling from…

Poetry before bedtime

I just had a thought. A picture in my mind. I quite liked it. Pretty images painted by the shadows that dance along my wall….. Bodies. J R Manawa. “I leave a trail of bodies behind me, pieces on the cutting room floor. I leave a trail of bodies behind me, it was always that…

The Festival. Night two. The rain came down.

Predators in the dark, rain, mud, lost iPhones and a stolen kiss. It’s all going down today! ^_~ (If you are just catching up, awesome! You might like to start here…!) The Festival. Night two. When the rain came down. JR Manawa. Rain exploded from the sky with baleful vengeance, and for Charis there was nowhere…

The Winter King (Part Four)

And now, the final part… The Winter King. Part Four. J R Manawa. Darkness fell over the land as the Enchantress stood and turned to face the king. Her eyes shone as black as her heart, and the quiet innocence with which she had seduced him now melted away completely in the face of his betrayal….