Liar's Retreat

writing

  • The Dark Tower

    C.S. Lewis Like many, I’ve been reading Lewis my entire life. The man has a lot to say, but he’s mostly known for his theological treatises and the classic Narnia series, with some hardcore fans picking up The Space Trilogy… Continue reading

  • Bless the Tired Eyes

    Bless the tired eyes. They are eyes that have seen too much. Filled to the brim with sights and lights, Spilling over with cares from friends. Let them close and rest;Let them blink and leak. Bless the tired eyes, And… Continue reading

  • Dance Party

    It was midnight on the third day. Many of the people had begun with full hearts and happy eyes and kept those attributes long into the night. One by one, however, they had dropped out, laughing and waving their hands,… Continue reading

  • Toe-Tip Lullaby

    Tip-tap your toe-tails, sing yourself to sleep,We are here to watch the dark and we are here to keepYour safety in our minds; your head upon the bed;Never stirring, never waking: go to sleep, we said! We are here to… Continue reading

  • Mermaid Love

    For a long time, she had lived in the reefs by the humans. She watched as they sailed out from their docks and into the deeper oceans, casting their nets and singing their songs, hauling in load after load of… Continue reading

  • The Thunder Below

    The biting dark, he knew would come;A chilling dawn without the sun. A long forgotten evil thereIn deep and guarded monster lair. And so he left us long agoTo face the thunder down below. Our hero stood and gathered strength;… Continue reading

  • Solid Motivations

    “I am not ungrateful,” the pale man said, “but life has been difficult.” I stole a glance at the others, but no one spoke. The pale man squirmed slightly in his seat. “The tunnels are dark and cold. Not only… Continue reading

  • What You Missed While You Were Awake

    Deep colors there were; wide blues, greens, and reds;Faint songs of bad memories that echo through heads.A soft-sounding huff of breath long held backReleased on dead wings to slide through the cracks. A softness there was; the color, the sound,A… Continue reading

  • No Way Out

    The black moss is soft under my hands, leaving no imprint after I remove them. I know this even without seeing it; I can’t see anything down here in the dark. There are sometimes sputtering torches at the junctions that… Continue reading

  • The Mouth of the King

    “I woke in the late fall. It was lonely at first, down in the dark of the undercroft, but slowly I came to realize that that’s where I was. It was peaceful; a good time for reflection upon all I… Continue reading