A New Light, A New Day

Wow, so here we are, my own real web page and our first real blog. Where to start? I have been writing for years, I used to keep an active blog on Myspace. Does anybody remember Myspace? Shesh, I am old right. After that, I got a Live Journal, I admit no one ever read that but not because I wasn’t interesting. I barely ever posted. I always kept a journal growing up, too. My first “diary” I was eleven. I loved writing, would write stories and poetry as a kid.
We have started The Shade of Writing as a Shadow’s Lair family venture. The Shadow’s Lair Family is a family of two dads and two kids, not to unusual. We love to travel, and will post about our travels, everyday lives, fantasy writings, and just a general hodgepodge of things. We also have a goal to one day own a family farm and shop. We will use this blog to update our progress on this goal. For those of you who found this after following the Shadow’s Lair for years, thank you for your continued support. If this is your first time reading our writing, welcome and thank you. Feel free to follow us on Patreon.

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Left to Right Cera, Jayson, Damien, Aaron, 2011 Maryland Hiking trip

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The Foxes

By Cera Knapp

Foxes with their fur

sitting on benches

torches light every where

Compasses reach to midnight

and the foxes go with their might

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Lady of Shadow

By Damien Knight

The pale moon is not as bright as your lips,
your smile fades the twinkling starlight.
Nor does the sun stroke like your finger tips,
warm, your hands grip my soul embracing tight.

Your grace spreads a blanket across the night.
Your touch all I need for my heart to race.
Dripping sweet your voice in my ear is right.
Tender sensation with you I have place.

Many claim their love is as Aphrodite,
they have not beheld my dearest lady.
Your radiance divine, your strength mighty,
you, like Helen of Troy, drive men crazy

I would bask forever in my need of you
wearing desire proudly, I love true.

Languished

By Damien Knight

I languished tears at edge
selfish my desire
persistent my words a hedge
drowning the fire

my obsessive mind loud
feeding insecurity and lies
I gave weight, too proud
to admit them as false cries

What can I say?
In the past silence was the end
this is not the day
that I allow myself to bend

you ever bright my muse
a light dancing in my mind
your face lit the fuse
your voice soft and kind

You are love’s true desire
A princess for this pauper
You made me sire
and it is my eternal love I offer

Monday Motivation: Make Time for Love

By Damien Knight
Love has a funny way of making us behave in ways we don’t normally do. We text all night, we write poetry, serenade, or in general smother our lovers with gifts. All wonderful things. In todays fast pace world of facebook and texting sometimes we forget those we love. Ghosting, which is cowardly and heartbreaking, occurs. It’s not always because you no longer love the person. Some people are procrastinators. “I’ll talk to them tomorrow.” Or maybe you had a tragic event in your life. “I have to deal with this.” A few seconds out of your day, make time hold on to those you love. Say hello to old friends. Keep in touch with your lover/lovers. Never be to busy for love.
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Stay Motivated!

Walls

By Damien Knight

I can feel my walls
brick by brick
rebuilding

My heart, glass, ice
frail, cold, and
hidden

Caution at her bequest
taken at price
love

Uncertainty seeping in
am I me
lost

Do I continue as before
or keep these
walls

Journal 2: Literacy Narrative Free Write

By Damien Knight Written 2006/ revised

Mother Goose
Baby Sitter’s Club
Daycare: Learning to write my name.
The Bible
Church
Fourth-Grade Book Report

I think it was my step-mom who first taught me to love reading. She would give me Mother Goose books and I would read those. She also kept Baby Sitter’s Club books on her shelves. I loved reading the letters at the start of the chapters. My step-mom was also the daycare lady, we used to use shaving cream to write our names and draw in.

When I was in the 1st grade I had a sub named Ms. Fisher. She ended up taking over for our teacher, a whole year. The original teacher had a kid. I warned Ms. Fisher I bite teachers I don’t like. She was patient and kind and turned out great.

From the time I was in 1st until 3rd my dad would read from my blue Bible every night. He would read Psalms at my request. My parents encouraged reading and writing. My teachers also encouraged reading. Mrs. Denny would read Roald Dahl and Ramona Quimby age 8 books to the class. Ms. Hutchinson my fourth-grade teacher assigned book reports. I did Nancy Drew. I grew up loving to read and write.

Another Eng 101 writing assignment. The list above was that “prewriting” our TA was trying to get us to do. Ok I was 20 and a bit of an arse but I felt our TA was dumb and I still feel that way.

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