The Death Knell Of My Love

I've just come back from a hike. The death toll from the dark and treacherous country lanes was high: Two hedgehogs One rabbit One pheasant One frog My pride (I wore my fluorescent yellow jacket for the first time tonight, as it starts getting dark absurdly early now.) I'd planned to use my walk to… Continue reading The Death Knell Of My Love

The Horrors Of The End

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

Root Yourself, Earth-Sign

"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.

Cunning Folk Magazine : The Air Issue

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

A Wyrd Of Her Own

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

My Favourite Books From 2021 – Part One

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

100 Good Things From 2021

This self-portrait was taken on my 35th birthday in Whitby. I was almost caught by the tide about half an hour before this photo was shot. Venturing into nude self-portraiture. It still feels madly surreal to know how far I went with this. This quote from one of my favourite authors, Lucy H Pearce. "I am she who… Continue reading 100 Good Things From 2021

July’s Self-Portraits

Today has not been a good day. If I were in a better frame of mind, I would have much to say about what I thought was a shoddy month of capturing myself. But, as it transpires, I managed to get a fair amount of imagery conjured up. I overuse the word ‘conjured.’ I need… Continue reading July’s Self-Portraits

Midsummer – A New Offering From Cave Mouth

So, midsummer has passed. Do we at Cave Mouth care? Do we fuck. I did write the lyric 'witches, witches it's midsummer, cover yourselves in blood and flowers' on midsummer day when I took the portrait we've used as the song art. But I wrote the rest of the song, recorded the vocals, and Meghan… Continue reading Midsummer – A New Offering From Cave Mouth

A Pack To Howl With

I've been feeling abysmal since early afternoon. It felt like death was waiting with his door open. That might sound like I'm overly dramatic, but for about two hours, I felt sick, so sick. I left a friend a voice message, and I broke down. I couldn't not cry. And my stomach, my god-forsaken stomach,… Continue reading A Pack To Howl With