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A Jar of Starlight: Now Available for Download via Scribd

"A Jar of Starlight" Cover Art by Wilhelmina Alba-Contreras Cover Photography by Midge K. Manlapig
“A Jar of Starlight”
Cover Art by Wilhelmina Alba-Contreras
Cover Photography by Midge K. Manlapig

For those of you looking for something new to read with which to end one year and start another, here’s some great news: you can now purchase my e-book A Jar of Starlight via Scribd:  Click the link below to check out and buy:

https://www.scribd.com/doc/284485032/A-Jar-of-Starlight

The e-book is currently priced at US$ 2.99 (approximately PhP 140.98) per PDF download via Scribd; payments via PayPal.

Given that I am currently setting up my website, it will soon be available through the online store along with my pending 2016 releases Half (Second Quarter – 2016; in progress) and Fairy Tales from the Other Side (Third Quarter – 2016; in progress with the first story The Prince of Snows serialized through this blog).

So, please help support my work and that of artist Wilhelmina Alba-Contreras by purchasing A Jar of Starlight.

Here’s to more poems and definitely more stories in the coming year.  Bash on, lovelies!

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Eil Sìth, Cha Crùn

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“A Light in the Dark” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

lo
the maiden
spoke:
“a crown
of light
is my
fate;
to bring
illumination
to the
darkest
of spaces;
to bring
warmth
to the
coldest
of places.”

for even
in the
cradle
she bore
destiny’s
heavy burden
and her
heart
and her
mind
were steeled
to rule;
and great
was the
joy
and great
was the
pride
of her
mother
who ruled
the flames.

but no
crown
would she
wear
and no
scepter
would she
bear
until all
was set
to right:
for her
warrior’s heart
broke
and her
ruler’s soul
faltered
to see
the mortals
weep and
wail and
call for
succor
from the
cold menace
that rose
from the
deep.

“a throne
can wait,”
the maiden
said,
“for now
i march
to war.”

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Còmhstri

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“At the Shoreline” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

she stares
upon the
darkening sky
upon the
gathering storm,
pausing
at the
point
where land
meets sea,
daring to
meet
the gaze –
lustful
craving
needy –
of the
blighted being
on the shore.

“i fear
you not,“
she shouts
into the
wind;
“i dread
you not
and you
will pay
for the
destruction
and the
grief
you have
caused!”

and he
laughs
at her
anger
and he
scorns
her rage:
“what
would a
mortal
like you
do unto
an immortal
like me?”

alas
for him:
she calls
down
the lightning –
striking
not enough
to kill
near enough
to startle –
and she
whistles in
the desert
wind
and it
spins
and it
whirls
about the
wayward prince
choking
strangling
drying.

and around
them
the air
is heavy
the sky
is dark
the earth
is still
all awaiting
the next
move
in the
game.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Mac a ‘Mhuir

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“Goldfish Dancing” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

in a
time
long forgotten
‘neath the
crashing waves
dwelt a
prince
the son
of the
ocean lord.

his hair
was the
colour
of the
sea
in a
storm
and his
eyes
the deep
green
of the
greater depths;
his skin
pale
as the
rarest pearl
and his
face
most comely
to see.

but
he was
not happy
for he
felt
a noose
tightening
’round his
neck:
for his
sire
promised him
away
with no
thought
of his
own desires.

and the
mischief
in his
mind
took him
over
and rebellion
he sought
and havoc
he wrought
terrorising the
mortals
of the
earth.

boldly did
he lure
maidens
to the
water
and lo
they did
drown
in fruitless
yearning;
and the
fisher-boats
would capsize
and the
sailor-men
tossed into
the sea
where they
turned to
fish
unwittingly hunted
by their
own
in turn;
and he
called forth
tempests
upon the
landsmen –
ruinous rains
rampaging floods
tearing through
the earth
in destruction
far and
wide.

“o father!”
the prince
called
his tone
cold and
callous and
mocking,
“behold thy
folly,
behold this
madness
thou hast
forced mine
hand
to cast:
i will
not
be bound;
i will
not
be wed
away
to some
ill-born
wench
i know
not!”

and the
sea king’s
wrath
knew no
bounds
and he
would have
smote down
his erring
son –
but his
hand
was stayed
and his
anger
given pause…

and the
lord
of the
waves
gazed upon
the shore
to see
a lady
bright
bearing inexorably
towards
the water;
blade
in hand
and fire
in her
eyes.

Posted in Music = Magic, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Intoxication

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“Kate Torralba…Live” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

someone
once told
me
that there
was nothing
but air
in the
space
between two
hearts…

and it
hurt
and it
stung
and it
all but
broke me.

so how
can one
explain
the verses
the words
the emotions
so keenly
felt
and the
language
and the
eloquence
that came
so freely
stirred
in part
by lyric
by chord
by measure?

and i
wonder
if the
chanteuse
of your
acquaintance
was right
and i
was drunk
besotted
bewitched
by love.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Lines to a Wanderer

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“Runway Clear” – Cebu, 09 April 2017

too often
i feel
that you
are swayed
by the
siren song
of open
roads
and paths
not taken:
and you
never seem
to remain
in place
for very
long.

i understand
the compulsion
the drive
the wanderlust
for i
have felt
it
and i
have lived
it
longer than
you know.

but
who am
i
to put
house slippers
onto mercury’s
wingéd feet
or to
pour
his morning
coffee;
silly girl
madwoman
nutcase
screwball
that you
tell me
i am.

but
see here:
time
will come
when you
fly
and no
one
remains to
welcome you
and your
friends
will fly
away
and pass
away
and form
bonds
that include
you not –
and then
where
will you
go
and to
whom
will you
turn to?

and then
perhaps
you will
remember –
but oh
perhaps
it will
be too
late.

for
even i
have paths
to tread
and places
to go
and i
see no
point
in waiting
for you
indefinitely.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Teine agus Uisge

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“Just Across” – Cebu, 09 April 2017

they say
that ages
and ages
ago:
the mother
of fire
and
the father
of water
promised
the earth
that a
child
from each
of their
clans
would join
together
and peace
and balance
and harmony
would ensue.

and the
flame queen
chose
a daughter
bright in
beauty
wise in
lore;
and the
sea king
chose a
son
comely of
face
keen of
mind.

but alas
a mischief
wild
entered the
heart
of this
prince
and mayhem
he wrought
and debauchery
he sought
and grief
he caused
to mortal
ken
and he
fled
the union
to which
he was
pledged.

and grim
was the
anger
and sore
was the
wrath
of the
master
of the
waves
at the
wayward boy
but the
lady
of hearths
stayed his
hand.

“let the
children
settle this
matter,”
she said;
“let them
end
this strife.

and lo:
the daughter
of the
inferno
sought tuition
in war
and girded
herself
for battle
and off
she went
to build
a bridge
promised
to the
earth
or perish –
alas –
in trying.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

The Wind Whispers a Warning

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“The Rustling Roses” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

“turn back,
turn back,”
hissed
the wind,
“you
know not
what peril
lurks
on yonder
shore
and the
sea
could snatch
you
with wicked
waves.”

“beware:
be brave
but not
too brave,”
said the
roses
rustling and
bristling as
the wind
blew stronger
grew colder
and the
song
from the
sea
grew louder,
“be bold
but not
too bold!”

the maiden
drew breath
her blade
held low
and her
hand
trembled not
even as
her heart
pounded
like the
drums
of war.

and the
youth
on the
shore
regarded her
his gaze
beguiling
yearning
longing
tempting
heavy with
an ache
a hunger
nigh on
insatiable.

but
all she
saw
was a
menace
from the
waters
and the
roses
shivered as
she passed
silent
steely
inexorable.