It's been twelve days since I bolted from my partner's apartment and fled through downtown Reykjavik, frantically searching for somewhere to duck into where I could order a drink, plug in my laptop and figure out what in hell my next move would be. I'd just discovered abhorrent details of what my partner had been… Continue reading The Horrors Of The End
"But we know, damnit all—we KNOW: our dark, the one that we are and have, is where we grow. So, as ever, root yourself, Earth-sign. Root yourself and do as things growing in the dark do. Wait—and grow immense and undeniably present in yourself." - Nafre, my friend who bleeds wisdom.
This devastatingly hot summer is one I would rather forget for reasons I'll inevitably discuss with a therapist. Depression has his heavy paws on my shoulders, so I don't have what it takes today to really talk about my photographic journey these past few months. Also, WordPress has fucked around with the editing functions since… Continue reading All Those Summer Nightmares : Self-Portraits June/July/August
I was depressed and suicidal when the debut issue of Cunning Folk emerged a few years ago. I wanted it badly. But I didn't buy it. It was around £15 or so, with the postage and packing and the ever-so-miserable voice in my ever-so-heavy head said I couldn't afford it. I watched, from a distance, as this new… Continue reading Cunning Folk Magazine : The Air Issue
Earlier this year, Pagan Fortress made a limited run of tapes of Cave Mouth's third album, Daughters of the North. I can say, proud as a peacock, that they all sold out. But, my best friend (and probably the most gifted and wisest man I know) Nafre,* who lives in the Canadian Arctic, did a very special photoshoot… Continue reading Cave Mouth In The Whale Mouth
Oh, hi there. I last posted a stupidly long time ago. Between the times of yore and now, a fair bit has gone on. Five of the most significant things include: moving into a cottage in the North York Moors National Park, revolutionizing my relationship with food*, deleting Instagram, creating balanced days* and not giving up… Continue reading A Wyrd Of Her Own
Halló, Halló. I bet you've been wondering if I'd show up around here again, haven't you? Or not. I'd like to think you have. Since I last wrote back in January, life has been diff-i-cult. I've been dealing with the after effects of Covid, my depression awoke from its not-long-enough slumber and life in England has… Continue reading The Nottingham Horror Collective Zine : The High Priestess Issue
Ah fuck. I started this entry much later than I initially planned. I have a good excuse, though. I've been working on my Year Compass for most of the day and was determined to get it completed. Curious? You can download your Year Compass here. It'll be beneficial if you're still unsure about what you… Continue reading My Favourite Books From 2021 – Part Three
I have hauled myself away from Etsy - where I've been looking at chainmail bras and swords - to write this post. I've lit a candle and put on Darkher's gorgeous new song Lowly Weep in an attempt to focus my fluttering attention span. It's getting somewhat ridiculous now, and it's starting to worry me.… Continue reading My Favourite Books From 2021 – Part Two
I know we're almost into the end of January, but this month of the Wolf Moon has been a bit of a bitch, and I'm permitting myself to post my 2021 reflections later than is commonly expected by the internet. In January 2021, I set out to read 100 books during the year, as is… Continue reading My Favourite Books From 2021 – Part One
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 