I am a…

Queen Bee by Evniki

….creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace.

I shall be thy lover…

I am unlike a mortal lass
From dreams of longing I have passed
I came upon your lonely cries
Revealed beauty to your eyes
So shun the world that you have known
And spend your nights within my own.

I shall be thy lover…

Muse by Craig Maher

You shall be known by other men
For your great works of voice and pen
Yet inspiration has a cost
For with me know your soul is lost
I’ll take your passion and your skill
I’ll take your young life quicker still.

I shall be thy lover…

Through the kisses that I give
I draw from you that I will live
And though you think this weakness grand
The touch of death your lover’s hand
Your will to live has come too late
Come to my arms and love this fate

I shall be thy lover…

Sick of it all by Simple Manips

I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace.”

Poem: Heather Alexander

Bee Fae Art:  Evniki @ Deviant Art

Muse Art: Craig Maher @ Deviant Art

Dark Art: Simple Manips @ Deviant Art

Inky’s Take: I love the poem.  I love the art.  I sometimes spend a day just browsing through Deviant Art, and the portfolio’s there.  There is some truly amazing talent.  I only had the chance to showcase three of my favorite artist. You should visit.  It’s an excellent source for soul candy, and inspiration….

Everybody knows…

fruit_dragon_by_staplesart-d63l8r4……who dragons are.

They are enormous,fierce,bloodthirsty creatures appearing in fairy tales and legends primarily as accessories, functioning mainly to set of the bravery of the knights challenging them. Dragons are obscure,mysterious characters described only in broad terms, little more than foils to enhance a hero’s valor.

Dragons though are much more than this. They are intelligent and educated creatures who lead enthralling lives..

Source: H.G. Ciruelo Cabral

Art: Staplesart @ Deviant Art

Inky’s Take: And evidently they’re the little thieves that have been in my orchard!

Today I will finish the grandbabies’ fairy tale, which features dragons, of course, a request from my grandson as well as mermaids, fae, elves, pirates, and of all things a magic key, courtesy of my youngest grandchild.   Then it’s off to the editor, and then to be bound.  Little bits of imagination woven together at the request of a child…

Family, what a marvelous bit of magic!  Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Wings.. wings.. wings..


A cool wind blows
And the light is naked and nameless
And the rocks are faces of angels
And the bird in the sky wheels
And cries to forget the earth
And its ancient bones –
Oh, sensual pain –
Wings…. Wings…. Wings,
Singing wings.

If only I could begin
To describe the emptiness
Which fills me to the brim
With new breath

I might almost lose my name
And take instead a feather for my soul.

Source:  Jay Woodman, excerpt from ‘Breath ‘ from Blue Bridge.

Art: by Gawrifort @ Deviant Art 

Inky’s Thoughts: Today is grey.  Wet.  Chilled.  Lonely.  Demanding cups of honey sweetened tea, flickering fires, and stacks of books against a favorite easy chair, swaddled with a blanket around me….

Wisdom’s eyes…

nativeamericanartA Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: “Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time.”

When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, “The one I feed the most.”

Source: George Bernard Shaw

Photo: Kirby Sattler ‘I am Crow

Inky’s Take: I truly love this piece of art, the eyes….   The eyes are mesmerizing.   This man I would love to spend hours talking with about what ever is hidden behind those eyes.

the gift of childhood…

a-childhood-idyll-1900Childhood is a time for pretending and trying on maturity to see if it fits or hangs baggy, tastes good or bitter, smells nice or fills your lungs with smoke that makes you cough. It’s sharing licks on the same sucker with your best friend before you discover germs. It’s not knowing how much a house cost, and caring less. It’s going to bed in the summer with dirty feet on clean sheets. It’s thinking anyone over fifteen is ‘ancient’. It’s absorbing ideas, knowledge, and people like a giant sponge. Childhood is where ‘competition’ is a baseball game and ‘responsibility’ is a paper route.

Source: Erma Bombeck

Painting: William-Adolphe Bouguereau

Inky’s Take: The single most important gift my parents gave me was an absolutely golden childhood.  Without it, I would not have been able to deal with what was to come after.  It took me a long time to realize it’s value, but since then, everyday I make a point to tell my parents I love them and give them a kiss.  Not just because they are my parents, but in thanks for such a precious gift.

Daleks on Mars..


I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.

Source: Doctor Who Season 6, Episode 6

Photo: I’m thinking it’s a molting Dalek in desperate need of a new shell.  😉 Picture found at SciBuff.com

Inky’s take: I remember Saturday afternoons in a cramped little apartment.  One tiny son on the right, the other on the left, and the TV tuned into Doctor Who.  We’d watch and occasionally see the string, or the mike, but that didn’t matter.  We were a collective of SciFi buffs and future SciFi buffs that were enjoying the show and mother/son bonding time.

So here’s to you Doctor Who, Happy 50th Birthday and thank you for some pretty special memories.

The Obvious..

walk“You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?”

“A long one”

Source: Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

Photo: George Hodan

Inky Take: The obvious is still, the obvious.  Take it from Timothy Zahn “If you don’t want to be noticed, you don’t use a Star Destroyer!”

Good advice that, course cruising in my Star Destroyer is so freaking fun!

Snicketty snippets..

deformed lemonJust because you don’t understand it doesn’t mean it isn’t so.

The key to good eavesdropping is not getting caught.

People don’t always get what they deserve in this world.

It is terribly rude to tell people that their troubles are boring.

Just because something is traditional is no reason to do it, of course.

Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.

Like a church bell, a coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a supply closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide

It is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right.

Source:Lemony Snicket, The Blank Book

Photo: found at Eating Suburbia

The Once Over…

beerwomanThe Female Once-Over–a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewelry, makeup, and body type, and then decides how much of a social threat she might be.

Men have a parallel process, but it’s binary: Does he have beer? If yes, will he share with me?

Source:Jim Butcher, Changes

Photo: Wikimedia Commons

Inky’s Take: There are several types of Female Once-Overs for those unaware.

  1. The Quick look ‘n Sniff dismissal.
  2. The Oh Heck No she is not wearing the same dress I am!
  3. The She’s sidling up to My Guy? Followed rather quickly by…
  4. The B*TCH  an inevitable precursor to the final category called
  5. It’s On Cat Fight!  The all time favorite of the male beer drinker spectator.

It should be noted that interference is strictly prohibited.  Consider yourself warned!

morning humor..

What was that?” Belgarath asked, coming back around the corner.

“Brill,” Silk replied blandly, pulling his Murgo robe back on.

“Again?” Belgarath demanded with exasperation. “What was he doing this time?”

“Trying to fly, last time I saw him.” Silk smirked.  The old man looked puzzled.  “He wasn’t doing it very well,” Silk added.

Belgarath shrugged. “Maybe it’ll come to him in time.”

“He doesn’t really have all that much time.” Silk glanced out over the edge.” From far below – terribly far below – there came a faint, muffled crash; then, after several seconds, another. “Does bouncing count?” Silk asked.

Belgarath made a wry face. “Not really.”

“Then I’d say he didn’t learn in time.” Silk said blithely.

Source: David Eddings Magician’s Gambit

Photo: Kelvin Peach

Inky’s Take:  Ahh… sick humor, the cream in my morning coffee! (winks)