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Monthly Archives: July 2018

Night had fallen on the city.  There, in the parking lot of an old strip mall, lay a 24hr laundromat. It smelled of bleach and fresh spring fields. The machines were old but still functional. The place was only moderately kept up and looked generally dirty, adding a bit of irony given the building’s purpose. The fluorescent and neon lights of the laundromat gave off a sickly glow that often-made people look pasty and drained of life. Patrons of this establishment moved about loading machines, unloading machines, sorting dirty clothes, folding clean clothes and trying to wait patiently as machines ran through their cycles.
He leaned against his car just outside. As everyone went about their business inside, his gaze was fixed on her. She was currently moving clothes from her washers to the dryers she had elected to use. As always, he was captivated by the simple beauty of her.  Her hair, done up in curls, were accented by a blue hair bow. She wore a blue denim jacket she had “borrowed” from him.  She had not so subtlety hinted at the poor prospect of him getting it back.  Her jeans were tight and showed off her curvaceous hips. As she finished loading the dryers, she glanced up and caught him watching her. She smiled at him and walked out of the building to join him at the car.
He took her in his arms as soon as she got close.  Her body melted into his as she sought his warmth to fight the fall chill.  Taking in the scent of her perfume, he leaned in gently and kissed her ear.  He then softly began to sing to her. “He realized that she was new to love, naïve in every way. Every schoolboy’s fantasy she was, that’s why he had to wait.  If he poured his heart into a glass and offered it like wine, she could drink and be back in time for the morning paper.”  She nuzzled his chest and enjoyed the sound of his voice.   When he finished his lyric, she looked up into his eyes and kissed him passionately, her thigh pressing against the crotch of his jeans. He began wishing they were back at her place or just about anywhere not visible to the public. He wanted her.  He wanted her not only right there, right now but for always and forever.  She was his future, his love, his life.  She was the very beating of his heart and the completion of his soul. At the end of the kiss, they just stood there for a long while holding each other, and he could think of nothing better than that night; that moment lasting forever.




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This tree of life is strong with feelings of spring made new.  The bold leaves of green amazonite in contrast with the brown shade of the brass wire creates a simulacrum of a tree in Spring’s full bloom.  #TwistedSaplings #treeoflife #lifeinspring

Commissioned Spring 2017




One Long Day





     A gentle breeze swept across the dry fields of the barrens, as a young plainstrider leaned over picking at a patch of peaceblossom. The odd looking bird slowly consumed its breakfast completely oblivious to the fact that it was about to become breakfast. 

A large cougar lay low in the browning grass, his eyes narrowing, mouth salivating, and muscles tensing as he studied his prey.  The golden fur on the cougar’s back straightened and its ears perked as it heard a sharp but distant whistle just as the powerful feline prepared to ravage the unsuspecting avian.  In immediate response to the sound, it leapt up and charged toward the sound at full speed. 

The startled plainstrider was left unharmed and only vaguely aware of its incredible luck.  However, this new awareness was cut short as its head slid from its body and dropped to ground.  The body of the bird fell at the feet of a troll fading into sight.  The troll crouched and retrieved something from the dead animal’s body and disappeared without a trace.


Xyanka Pucklepot swept the floor of the Broken Keel Tavern. The little goblin rarely spoke; he simply went about his work while frowning at the mess the night crowd had left him.  It was normal for The Keel ‘s usual crowd to get a little rowdy, however last night, things had gotten completely out of hand. 

Some young bucks from a vicious guild of assassins had been celebrating the completion of a difficult quest, when a group of Alliance arrived and began to taking advantage of the young ones.  The Alliance members were apparently new to the area because most regulars would have known better.  

Before the Ratchet guards could react, a large Tauren sprung from the shadows and commenced to do things to the alliance that the goblin hoped he would soon forget.  Hours later, the goblin still got sick to his stomach at the thought of that Nightelf being snapped in two.  

Xyanka was shaking his head as if trying to force the image out, when he found himself in the shadow of an immense figure.  The Tauren from the night before had awakened from his slumber and was now standing in the doorway of the tavern with his back to the goblin.  Xyanka was surprised to see him out his usual armaments. 

The Tauren was wearing a dark finely crafted silk shirt; hand stitched woolen leggings, and fuzzy bunny slippers made from the hides of four very unlucky bunnies. With his attention being so focused on the Tauren, Xyanka almost jumped out his boots when a light colored cougar approached the Tavern’s doorway and growled.  The Tauren however, appeared amazingly unfazed.  Slowly, he reached back toward the sword on his hip.  The cougar hungrily licked its lips and watched the Tauren intently.  Xyanka remained frozen in place, much too terrified to move.   Carefully, the Tauren moved his hand past the sword, dug into a deviant skin pouch, retrieved a slab of bear meat, and tossed it into the air toward the cougar.  With lightning speed, the cougar snatched the meat out of the air and moved off to eat it in private.

“Looks like I interrupted breakfast.  Sorry, friend.  Felonius gets cranky if you get in the way of a meal.”  The Tauren offered in a deep and powerful voice.

“Th..tha.. That’s ok Mr. Baaradon sir.  I.. I..I wasn’t scared at at at all.  That kinda thing happens all the time.”  Xyanka managed, fear dripping from every word.

“Fear is nothing to be ashamed of little one.  Fear comes to us all it’s our ability to control such fear that separates the mighty from the weak.”

            Felonius finished the meal provided by his master and appeared to be in a much better mood.

(Note: To the untrained eye a cougar’s good mood looks very much like his fowl mood.  The moods of cougars are actually quite distinctive. A happy cougar could rip a man to shreds in seconds where an angry cougar would take slightly longer, smile less, and enjoy the kill much more.

Baaradon left the tavern and entered the stable.  He secured his harness and packs to rather large Kodo and once satisfied that that everything was in order he mounted the beast and rode out towards the Southern Barrens followed closely by Felonius, his faithful companion.

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This sampling of a Sapling stands as a shining tribute to the beauty of winter’s heart. The soft hues and transitions of blue to white bring to mind the icy chill of leaves frozen in time. Created with blue aquamarine gemstones and silver coil wire.  #TwistedSaplings #Frozen

Crafted by CHI

Commissioned Fall 2016


It had to end sometime. It was either you or me.  I’ve got to do what’s best for me. For that to happen you gotta die. Yeah that’s right I said it. Shhh, don’t fight, just let it happen. We had a good run and we had fun, but the ride’s over. I had dug a hole knowing I’d have to jump in. Then I realized I could just put in it instead. A good shovel can be such a versatile tool. You never saw it coming. Bop to the head, dead. Your limp body sprawled out before me.  Funny you thought you’d live forever. Guess the joke’s on you. Don’t get me wrong, I needed you once.  We dreamed together. We created new things. We…had fun just being silly. Your time is done now. So, into the forest we go. I’ve got things to do and there’s no more room for you. I roll you over into the hole and watch you fall into the dark. It seems to take forever to fill the hole back, all the while hearing you whisper to me to take you back. But, it’s time to put away childish things. I walk away alone to join all the other murderers and liars, the adults who left their youth behind.