Posts by Aalidakh

The Thirst for Light

The Thirst for the Light is the Obstinate Truth And the Obstinate Truth is Unyielding It Will Not Yield to the Mountain, the Sea, or the Sky It Will Not Yield to Sleep, to Skin, or to Bone   We Bathe in the Light of the Radiant Stars Whose Gift is as Great as their Hunger We Eat What is Bathed in the Light of the Radiant Stars We Are[...]

The Knot of Creation

I. In the time before creation there was neither darkness nor light Nor our world, nor even The Red Chapel, Which Waits II. This was the time of the Knot, which neither saw, nor hungered, nor heard And dwelled in the void without fear III. From Elsewhere came the Radiant Stars, Whose Light Needs No Doors And with them came change, and shadow, and fear IV. And the Knot was[...]

The Hungering Stars

I. There Are Many Kinds of Hunger The Hunger of the Belly The Hunger of the Mind The Hunger of the Heart   II. A Fourth Kind of Hunger is the Hunger of Eyes And the Stars Burn Bright with Hunger They Wake Each Night to Drink We Drink the Stars and the Stars Drink Us   III. The Radiance of the Stars are the Strings in Our Eyes The[...]

Grimsby’s Hollow

  It is summer, and in the shadow of the mountains the people of Grimsby’s Hollow are serenaded by cicadas and the sweet scents of timberwine and salted steaks burning over charcoal. These are the first days of harvest, when men laugh and their cups run over. A grand celebration is held on the west field, where the children laugh and play and boys give chase to girls. Ichabod Grimsby,[...]

Evelyn Grimsby on Growing Up

Sometimes when I get stuck with a story, or when I'm having a little trouble writing, I try to write bits and pieces of conversations to figure out who a character is and how they see the world. Evelyn's mother, Maeve, spent the first part of her life as a slave, and that experience colored who she was as a parent, and how she raised her daughter. This is another[...]