On the Genius of Children and Monsters


To summarize the following article, a 12-year old boy got published when he recommended that his father, a psychologist at the University of British Columbia, use pictures of Dungeons and Dragons monsters to resolve a question in psychology.

Do people look at eyes or faces?

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“Out of the Night” – Writing Prompt


This is a response to the Halloween writing prompt, “Out of the Night”, by Alanna Sinclair on Perspicacity:

Out of the night, out of the hush

The painter’s slow and inky brush

Bare black branches under black sky

The paint his low and sleepy sigh

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook

Three Eyes Vaalifu


Were fear to raise shrill voice

Or lungs to gasp a laboured breath

You would be heard and smelt and found

Long iron arms to bind you

Were shaking hands to lose purchase

Or feet to stumble and betray

You would be dragged back and down

A lipless mouth to claim you

Were a strong house to offer shelter

Or swift travel bear you away

Man of three eyes Vaalifu

Would still see and stalk his prey.

Happy Halloween.

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook

“I Wish I Were”


This is from the Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge, to finish a sentence beginning with “I wish I were”:

I wish I were the sun on high

Witness to an eternity

Of twilights falling over Earth

And over humanity

Myself the roiling light that saw

Darkness take on form

Chaos nursing galaxies

While my body warmed

Time in another measure,

If I were this planet’s star

My lifespan made tangible

A light-year near and far

For I would know vast distances

And universal beauties

And after human empire

I would learn what is to be

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook

Everything in One Room


The whole world is in this room, and pieces of the universe too.  A sample of this, a section of that, all compressed and made manageable for eyes that see in the third dimension. Or the fourth, depending on your reasoning. I have at my fingertips a collage of continents and centuries.  Life in its many guises runs through the collection that I call past, present, and future; although life is one of Earth’s younger inventions it crowds the room with colour.

When I speak of life I gloss over the first prehistoric cells and think of the complex and the beautiful instead.  Plants of a hundred different climes are here. With roots in the floor and stems above baseboard-level there are lotus flowers, Venus flytraps, a baobab tree.  Carboniferous ferns and cacti rub shoulders with deadly nightshade.

Just above the greenery the moving creatures make their appearance. Continue reading “Everything in One Room”