TOMMY
The Fisher King sits in the bar tonight…
He sits at the bar. His cap is dirty, visor pointing back, as though caught in a conversation he can’t let go of. His ragged, russet hair is tucked behind his ears, pierced with blackthorn and briar. He seems drunk but isn’t. His breath smells of the smoke of peat hearths, like a squalid, dangerous perfume. READ MORE
SPIRITS OF PLACE
What if wraiths are atmospheric things?
Wraiths are odd, though. Some are gossamer in the limbs of willow on the bank opposite me, ragged as fog, but not in dissonance, more like lace with a design alien to my understanding of pattern, as is the me I think I am. READ MORE
MADNESS
And she knows I know what she has gone through. Who has abandoned her. Why she was lied to.
What did she know? That woman, yesterday, in the thunder, on the street, soaked and angry old woman with fag stuck to wet fingers, stained with brown. Her mouth yelling at the dusk, at anyone. Scaring them when it is she who is fragile. READ MORE
THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF MYTH
If we don’t dissect these stories, if we just them without seeing our situations reflected in them or if we don’t learn the inherent message they convey...
Quite possibly we’ve lived through centuries of propaganda. Stories and news and traditions that we are told represent us. Or the truth. Or things we must believe. Stories we either simply enjoy without realizing that they were actually sticking to the ribs of our sense of ourselves . READ MORE
FOREST PEOPLE
They are these mountains, this snow, ways of thunder and black water beneath frozen river.
Crack. The resin buried deep within the log could no longer remain dormant under the intensity of fire. The tiny explosion adjusted the blaze in the hearth. Fáith is not distracted. Not one part of her. READ MORE
THE GOBLIN QUEEN’S DAUGHTER
Oh, you do come across as a little weird. Someone with that many tattoos can’t be trusted.
When I was young I wanted to be like other children. To get princess compliments. No, not from my ‘family’. That was never an option. From those other children. It didn’t happen, of course. It couldn’t happen. READ MORE
RED PILL, BLUE PILL
With the distinct and unfathomable continuum of living in a body long enough for it to age, we have choices. How do we do make them?
If we have the distinct and unfathomable continuum of living in a body long enough for it to age, we have choices. How do we do make them? What is life for? READ MORE
12 RUNGS TO PAN’S LABYRINTH
Were you too afraid, or was the experience so profound, you told no one?
How did it start? Was there some calling, or a plethora of inexplicable awes and confusions, when you were a child? Was it seen? Heard? Was there a something that is no longer remembered? Were you too afraid, or was the experience so profound, you told no one. READ MORE
DON’T SHOOT THE ALBATROSS
So the woman and the raven ask two question…
So they listen to the music until their ears rot black with blight And hide that beast, that hulking thing that said this stuff is meant to feed the hunger, When no one remembers who they once had been and how they should beware, That the raven is the sorcerer of the darkest night, or here, too full of light. READ MORE
LA LOBA — BONE WOMAN
Initiation is a mapped and charted experience that many people do not understand or recogniSe when the experience is not on their terms.
In the long ago when the world made sense and humans didn’t do so much talking, wolves ran free across the world. Then the new people manifested from some hidden old greed-land, that the badger folk forgot to close the door to… READ MORE
