Follow the Bard

I write with the emotions of the ocean, its tumbling waves and crystal reflections. I write with a quill, never a spoon—show, never tell. In my words find my soul, for if not soul, my words are nothing else.

My inspiration comes from solitary days spent walking the Scottish Highlands, and from kayaking the shifting seas around Skye. Fantasy and science fiction are my loves, though my poems rise from the spaces of a fractured heart.

In my realm, new stories and poems will form. Tales of fantasy and the future, poems of heart and hell. Darkness, light, and the twilight in-between. Leave your mark below and they will find their way to you upon the rhythms of time.


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