Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere

I have rebranded and amended the book to better reflect my ownership of it. It is unique and I feel reaching more people under my name rather than Dahlia would better serve it. It will also be available in paperback and ebook. A gripping tale of passion, redemption and secrets from the author of 51R … Continue reading Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere


If you had to invent your version of father,  or yours let you down. If you've let your children down, then I'm with you.We project that it's easy but it isn't. A lot of it is you give up the time with them. A necessary separation from people you'd die for,  to support them. You … Continue reading Father

Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere Chapter 2 by Dahlia Bliss

Chapter 2. You’ll know them on sight. There is not the easy camaraderie of a group of friends, nor its cousin, the polite fight for female attention that I grew up experiencing. No, it’s somewhere between a field trip and a hunting expedition. With a tutor who takes each group and encourages the students to … Continue reading Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere Chapter 2 by Dahlia Bliss

Vicious Angels

We are atoms In collision Collusion Through it all I feel you As I go about my purpose Through pain and hunger Late into the night Even as disaster looms Like vicious angels I remain Endure And in this You surrender Gentle animal Kind to everyone Implicit strength Leaner now But still Tuned into The … Continue reading Vicious Angels

Hidden Victories

Those pockets of silence, Travel between them A pilgrim seeking holy places, Hands capable of violence Yet at rest against themselves When not at play on the territory of you, But you sleep, I grind, No one knows what it takes to be this, How each day, Is a battle with toothsome Loathsome devils, Some … Continue reading Hidden Victories

Keygoyle – a drabble

(From Chuck Palahniuk, a prompt about a closed space. There are three here, in this story) Kyle pulled out of the driveway, blinking away tears. Kyle didn't see it, paranoia like rabid dogs loose in his head. They'll wait before doing anything which might get them caught, he tells himself. In his mind, he imagined … Continue reading Keygoyle – a drabble