Tessa HaykingMadnessIlmer had come home from the war quite mad. A shell had exploded near him, somewhere in Southern Russia, and the concussion had badly…Feb 18, 2019Feb 18, 2019
Tessa HaykingDuskNow whines above the sunset, Now tears as rising stars. I swallow pride and anguish, And fear it will strangle and choke me tonight.Feb 13, 2019Feb 13, 2019
Tessa HaykingThe PhotographerIt is cold. The sky is blue but the temperature inversion in this early November morning has robbed the ground of its heat. You breathe…Feb 12, 2019Feb 12, 2019
Tessa HaykingSigns of PowerThe wind was down on the Great Eagle pass, after a howling night. Ætlar lightly hopped on the meter-high freshly fallen snow, held high…Feb 12, 2019Feb 12, 2019
Tessa HaykingA Pilgrim’s EndPlod after plod he paces on the river bank, sand and mud shoe his feet, his worn sandals dangle from his half deflated haversack. Giacomo…Feb 12, 2019Feb 12, 2019
Tessa HaykingThe RavenOn Christmas Night you can talk to animals, and perhaps learn.Feb 10, 2019Feb 10, 2019
Tessa HaykingLove in the MistLucrezia was young and Lucrezia was fair. Barely fourteen, she had been promised to wed count Guglielmi, by her father, old Ercole…Feb 10, 2019Feb 10, 2019