Stephantasybirdsongbirdsong the slam poetry of morning the gory glory of worm and moth the sacred responsibility of nesting and that one moment before dawn…Apr 29, 2019Apr 29, 2019
StephantasySunday’s ChildYou have never been one for grand gestures or speeches. No poem, then.Apr 4, 2019Apr 4, 2019
StephantasyMy MusesActually they are not really Muses and they are not mine they dwell in the realm where stories live and when I visit they twine around my…Dec 28, 20181Dec 28, 20181
StephantasyFire FiguresDead king in the fire, a regal figure, rigid. Death mask on the pyre, golden its sheen: his face turns into an impassive screen for…Dec 21, 2018Dec 21, 2018
StephantasyFor Those Who Mourn, A Poemgrief is the grey boat adrift on the ocean of despairDec 16, 2018Dec 16, 2018
StephantasyOnce Upon A Timewhen an alien gaze falls on walls — crumbling in silence never broken by our laughter — walls that once held our life, embraced our…Nov 23, 2018Nov 23, 2018
StephantasyWHATEVER are they wearing?Fashion in prose. How to dress and undress your characters.Nov 21, 2018Nov 21, 2018
StephantasyAutumn Twilightautumn kisses blue the twilight sombre stands the birch: guardian to the last bright colours yellow orange goldNov 16, 2018Nov 16, 2018
Stephantasy3 +1 Things I have learned from Tolkien as a writerI was introduced to Tolkien’s stories more than thirty years ago. I was five, and my mother was bored with “normal” children’s books. She…Nov 15, 2018Nov 15, 2018