Wyrd Self III – The air is sour in the arctic. All life left there grows weaker. Posted on 14 Oct 2015 by wyrdwordsandeffigies Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by wyrdwordsandeffigies My name is Katie Metcalfe and I’m an English author, blogger, poet and songwriter. I have a northern fever and tend to be a bit too wyrd for most people. View all posts by wyrdwordsandeffigies
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 