A poem about summer

She stands upon a summer meadow, The blossoms swaying in her shadow. A happy, care-free, barefoot lass, Her toes dig in the dew-wet grass, Grasping at life and fertile earth. The very air whispers rebirth, And promises of sunny days, and memories that never fully fade, And fleeting, loving moments in the shade; Or ‘neath …

Short Story: Ka

For your reading pleasure, here is a short story I wrote earlier in the year: Ka Ramesses II stood looking out across his city, the seat of his great kingdom. It vanished somewhere beyond the horizon, stretching farther than any mortal man could see. In the distant west, Ra’s sun-barque was descending into the Duat, …