DT Martin Blog

     The kitchen wakes warm, a little river of sunlight running through steam from the kettle. I stand on the blue rim of the window and taste sugar in the air, bright and granular. A round face on the far wall winks metal lashes—tick, tick—and every wink sends a small ripple through my wings.      “Who blinks over there?” I ask.      “I keep measure,” says the Clock, voice crisp, a ruler made of teeth.      “Measure of what?”      “Your path,” it answers, “through everything.”      Everything smells of toast, varnish, and lavender soap. The floor holds the weight of a table and four chairs; the ceiling holds a lamp that hums. Between them hangs air for flying and learning, so I lift and stitch a zigzag through the room. My wings beat: one-two-three-five-eight. Counting settles my small body into order.      “Faster,” whispers the Fan from the ceiling, starting its slow revolution. “...

  A Wonderful Gift I was given this wonderful picture from a good friend! I love it!!! Oh, and I just finished book 2!!! I'm working on edits, and the audio book will be out soon! Well, she is working on the ending edits. I can't wait for everyone to hear her beautiful voice! 

  Mood Board for WTLB

  Change the World means changing yourself. My friends, do not ask me what your sacrifice was for. If we stood together—if all we had was each other—we could change the world. My friends, we are equals in G-d’s embrace. Let us not destroy what we share for the sake of greed and hate. See one another truly: we are all beloved by G-d. Our mission is to lift each other up. We are more than wealth, more than envy. We are love. We are freedom. We will only survive if we remember that love is what surrounds us. Your G-d is reflected in the faces of those you hold dear. (if you don't believe in G-d then change the word, the meaning is still there!)

  Where the Music Waits I shine a light into the dark and the stars scatter like seeds, blooming across the night sky. Each one flickers like a memory I almost recognize—too distant to name, too bright to forget. I drift between lives, between skins, searching for a vessel strong enough to hold what still beats inside me. The music never lands. It hovers—fragmented chords, half-formed longing. Every note I chase dissolves before I can breathe it in. The road unravels beneath my feet, worn by every version of myself I’ve been. My bones remember the weight. My shadow stumbles, carrying ghosts I didn’t choose. The hardest part isn’t where I’m going. It’s the smoke of where I’ve burned. Even when I lift the night like a veil, the darkness behind it remains—thicker, older. The ache in my chest echoes louder than my footsteps. I reach for breath, but only silence fills my lungs. Words crumble before they reach the air. Grief presses down like ash. Sometimes I wonder if the path ever shif...

My Grandson! Original posted May 1, 2025 My little girl—though she’s not so little anymore—is having a baby. Today, I found out he’s going to be a boy! Watch out, world. He’ll carry both his mother’s spirit and mine. Fierce, loving, and so very kind. He will know love, and I hope only the smallest touch of heartbreak to help him grow strong. He will be beautiful, inside and out. He will be my family. And for him—for his mother and father—I will write my books. I may not know you yet, little one, but I already know I love you.