A Letter To A Friend

Dear David,

I finally got my passport this year as you were very persistent in reminding me to do, and I finally traveled overseas in what I hope is the first of many more trips to come. I anxiously boarded each plane hand in hand with my husband among a hoard of strangers, some just as anxious or weary and all with their own stories for why they were going where they were going.
What marvelous adventures we had on our trip, so many miles walked, sights seen, food eaten, and fellowship shared. We were all doused in sunscreen to guard against the sunshine in Palma De Mallorca (Spain) with Sharky. We had tapas for the first time, explored old castles, and walked nearly the entire length of the bay of Palma. Learning a Norwegian drinking song while the sangria and stories flowed, our smiles and laughter lighting up the night. You were missed and yet you were there.
We walked along the harbourside in Bristol, feeling the pulse of the city where pavement meets the water. The city holds a calm thrum of life and intriguing tidbits of history. A stop in at Arnolfini, bacon and egg sarnies at the Buttery, three hours spent wandering the S.S. Great Britain, and milk stout and pie at The Grain Barge. Our proper welcome to the city was with OJ in the evenings. We began our first night at The King Bill, sitting and toasting on those dark leather couches by the fireplace. Singing a Norwegian drinking song while cider and stories flowed. We walked three abreast, grinning and taking up the entire width of the sidewalk, while clutching each other’s hands to warm them against the bracing chill of the night air. You were missed and yet you were there.
We walked through Tollymore Forest in Northern Ireland and saw the Book of Kells and old library at Trinity College in Dublin. We made the ascent up to the Acropolis in Athens and roamed through the ancient Agora, and then got happily lost in the winding side streets of the city. We’ve gone swimming in the Aegean and the Mediterranean seas. I’ve sailed a ship off the coast of Mallorca. We’ve had cappuccinos in Milan. We’ve gotten sozzled on good Scotch. A silver convertible BMW roadster drove by us as we walked up the avenue of stones at Avebury, where we also watched the sun rise on the Autumnal Equinox and were handfasted by a druid. A circular rainbow appeared outside of my airplane window, it looked like a blue eye following us, as we took our flight back across the Atlantic Ocean. You were missed and yet you were there, sliding on light beams, carried in our hearts and thoughts. I always said you were one of those rare bright souls in a sea of dark, you were also a collector of those souls. I imagined that you tied little strings to those other bright lights and would weave them together like in a tapestry. I like to think that beautiful tapestry of people, of friends connected together, continues to grow tighter and stronger.
Until the next adventure.

Love and light,



There was nothing left, just dust and stars…

A dear friend, David, passed away on the 22nd of November, and the days since then have been a slow calming of the disquiet. A yawning void has been growing, and it’s difficult to come to terms with the fact that there will no longer be any words sent when inspired, no more sliding in on lightbeams, or dialing in from the Sky Bunker. No more tales and photos from his travels. No more exhilarating surprise of finding a hand written letter in the mail, with his (sometimes hardly legible) scrawl and doodles. He was brilliant, kind, and funny. I would swear that he could make a friend out of anyone who crossed paths with him. The outpouring of love, and happy memories shared in the wake of his death are proof of that.
He will be missed by all that knew him, and remembered always.


I dabble with Tarot from time to time, as a personal thing. It’s not something I do lightly or often but I do find it useful for personal introspection and not necessarily divination.

David, was fond of doing Tarot as well. I think he’d been doing it since he was 15 (circa 1986). A fan of the classic, Rider Waite was his go-to.
It’s been well over a year since I’ve pulled cards, but after these past two weeks I just felt it was time.

Not necessarily solace, but an affirmation of what was already perceived and known. Message received universe.

Farewell my friend. Dangerous Dave, Zed-killer and Literary Type.

Songs of Spheres by David J Rodger

One of the things I appreciate about the stories written by science fiction & dark fantasy author, David J Rodger, is the shared universe aspect. It makes it extremely easy to pick up any single one of his stories and find yourself immediately immersed in that world with a ready-made primer built in to the narration. As you continue to read more of his work, you’ll feel how they all seem to tie together, without being dependent on one another.

The main protagonist for one story feels like he could also be the disgruntled unnamed gentleman briefly mentioned walking down the sidewalk in another. Spheres brushing up alongside each other in their own singular orbits.

Which brings me to his short story collection Songs of Spheres (which can be purchased for Kindle or Paperback)

Songs of Spheres by David J Rodger

I love this collection of short stories. There is a darkness that lingers with you afterwards, a darkness I enjoy going back to. For me it’s like Blade Runner met William Gibson’s Sprawl Trilogy in a bar, and then H.P. Lovecraft’s Great Old Ones decided to camp out outside that bar and peer inside the windows.

Here are some of my particular favorites in this collection:

Merchant of Oropas

In certain cultures, the possession of an object during magical ceremony can infuse it with qualities that cannot be measured or monitored by scientific means. They are said to become like beacons, within the Astral Planes, guiding or warding other worldly spirits with no restrictions of time, or space.


A tense and fast-paced plot that plunges into the heart of our fear of the ‘monsters’ we make to serve us. Biological intolerance clashes with the vain attempt to rationalise cold-blooded murder.

The Tainted Moor

In the North East of England is a place where something so terrible has occurred, that the locals dare only to speak of it as a warning to survivors thinking of going there. The Tainted Moor. Man has tried to penetrate the chaos of the Infection and brought such calamity upon the battered Earth that even the Angels weep in despair. An indelible stain upon the bruised flesh of Mother Nature.

Stories with sprawling and vast environs, yet give you very close and intimate portraits of the souls trapped within for those who wish to take a look inside.

Screen Capture from Blade Runner (1982) - Ridley Scott

Dreams and Plans: Her name is Bonnie

I’ve fallen in love, and her name is Bonnie. I remember being in a motorcycle/motorsports store back when I was around 17, brother needed a part for his dirt bike. As I strolled around the floor I noticed a very classic looking red and white motorcycle, it was adoration at first sight. Years later all I can remember was that it was of British manufacturing.
After a very short search on the internet, I discover that what I’d fallen in love with was a Triumph Bonneville T100.
I see the going prices for new and used models and of course I go through all the things in my head that I could fix up on my Jeep instead.
One day though, mark my words, Bonnie and I shall finally meet again. What a glorious ride it shall be.

Dreams and Plans: Tea Cottage – Brewing Laboratory

I’ve been in my head quite a bit lately, dreaming, and planning. I’ve wanted a tea garden for quite some time so I can start processing and creating my own blends and such. Sadly I don’t live in an agricultural zone that’s conducive to growing most varieties of Camellia Sinensis (tea plants). The extreme heat, sun, and wind do suck the life out of anything that’s not hardy enough to withstand it. I live in the Sahara sometimes I swear.
If I had a tea garden, I think I’d very much like to build my own little tea cottage. A slightly expanded version of the one pictured below so it would have a kitchen and a cellar. Shelves would be lined with varieties of tea in corked jars. And downstairs, that would be the brewing laboratory for the beer and wine! Muhahaha *ahem* anyways.

First thing for the To-Do list, relocate to an area with grass and trees. Secondly, look into taking up a third job.

Ah well, a girl can ogle wistfully and dream.

Images found here: A Tiny Victorian Cottage

Dive for Dreams

Too many times I’ve been given the part
As ghost of the last woman in their heart.

How can I compete?
How can I compare
To the dream of a woman
Who isn’t really there?

Fade away then little ghost, just run,
And cast your heart to the setting sun.

Beyond the curve of the earth
Wander adventurers bold,
Who will find there a treasure
Steadfast and finer than gold.


“…Trust your heart
If the seas catch fire
(And live by love
Though the stars walk backward)
Honour the past
But welcome the future…”
Dive for Dreams by E.E. Cummings

Yellow Dawn

There’s nothing that can compare to the excitement of getting packages in the mail, for me at least! Even if you know what’s in them it doesn’t lessen the excitement of unpacking them.

The long awaited supplies for brewing a batch of stout to be ready for next month finally came in today and *drumroll* a new Role-Playing Game book! Fresh off the presses, the newly updated Yellow Dawn – The Age of Hastur 2.5 by David J Rodger.

Yellow Dawn is set in a post-apocalyptic near future with a landscape fueled by the machinations of its denizens, Cyberpunk technology, and a threat looming beyond the stars to wreak its havoc upon mankind. Fans of cosmic horror and Cthulhu Mythos will appreciate what this universe has to offer to its readers and players.

Dog Eat Dog, the first novel set in this universe, is a wonderfully immersive introduction that sweeps you into the action and gritty intrigue at a rapid-pace and doesn’t let you go. The Yellow Dawn page on the author’s site provides an abundant amount of resources such as scenarios and bolt-ons, links to the short stories set in the universe, and all manner of goodies to enrich the gaming experience.

“In Yellow Dawn the Earth has been ravaged by viral pathogens, the death of billions observed by the orbital colonies and deep-space habitats that were largely unaffected by the Outbreak. Ten years later a handful of cities have bounced back and survivor settlements sprung up across the New Wilderness. The Infected pose an extreme threat within the thousands of Dead Cities; and rumours of alien monsters and Satanic ceremonies filter out from the deep wilderness on the tongues of those brave enough to travel. Players have the chance to become heroes in the New Wilderness, or become involve in city-based investigations and action-adventure.”

“The Influence of Hastur is revealed in pockets of Infection, through the terrible once-human victims that have been erroneously dubbed “zombies” alongside the horrific – and sanity crushing – phenomenon that snags the unwary in Dead Cities. The risk from the Infection is evolving: giving GMs the ability to adjust the threat as the game progresses, keeping players on their toes.”
From the Yellow Dawn – The Age of Hastur Press Release

All in all, a very impressive creation from an independent source. Once I’ve got a group of willing players to try this out with me I’ll be writing again. Take care until next time, and remember:

Welcoming Back The Sun

A month has passed and I feel it is time to share a timely update. I had pulled a reading after what had happened a month ago asking “What is ahead of me now because of the choices I have made?”

Like the Spring after a season of Winter, I was greeted with The Sun as my first card in answer. I instantly smiled, cheered. It helped to put things into perspective. Life goes on, and the sun comes back each year chasing away the darkness of Winter. With Imbolc passing now, harkening the beginning of Spring, I find it all very synchronous.

I am eternally grateful for the tireless support of family and friends, near and far, who have been privy to the details, ups and downs, and moods involved in these past few months. Those who have so unconditionally given of their energy and assistance, which is what I see reflected in my second card. The bonds of friendship that have strengthened during this are ones I treasure, again, thank you.

As to the final card, I think I’ve got a long and promising year ahead of me to see what all the future holds. But I look forward to the journey along the way.

A happy beginning of Spring to you all!

Card images used are from Stephanie Pui-Mun Law’s Shadowscapes Tarot which can be found at http://shadowscapes.com/


Whenever I find myself in a relationship with someone and I feel strongly about it, I end up doing a tarot reading. The same thing results every time. I don’t like what I see so I forget about it until down the road it all comes to fruition anyways. I have had a hard time with more classical style decks but found I worked well with Tarot of the Secret Forest by Lucia Mattioli. It feeds into the more intuitive form of reading rather than classical symbols.

The tarot images I will be using below however are by Stephanie Pui-mun Law, her deck does a wonderful job conveying the imagery and meanings I find.
Her website for her tarot and other artwork can be found at http://shadowscapes.com/

This past year I had been in a relationship, and I loved like I had never loved before. Six months into it things got a little rocky and I tried to end it. He insisted on speaking on the phone and I was charmed and wooed back into his apologizing arms to try again. He would work on fixing what he did that bothered me. Time goes on and we eventually discuss living together. The past four months have been spent preparing for that step. More and more issues continued to crop up during that time and finally culminated into an emotional explosion. After over a year with him I have found out, however charming, that at the core he wasn’t good for me. Everything I’d read into the card reading showed absolute truth and played out in its entirety.

Here is the three card spread I had pulled concerning his personality and the course of our relationship.

Today I’m finally getting back on my feet and finding my calm in the aftermath of the storm. Starting off the new year feeling a little raw but that’s okay. I’ll mend in time. I don’t believe in carrying regrets, and in this I still don’t. I see every individual that crosses your path in life as an opportunity to grow and change.
Something to take with you perhaps.