I've been meaning to write again for a while, but I haven't had it in me for one reason or another. Full transparency - I ended 2022 exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and physically worn the fuck out. Sure, 2022 saw fleeting triumphant moments, joyful moments, blissful moments, but for the most part, it was a harrowing… Continue reading 100 Good Things From 2022
Foggy days at home in the North York Moors National Park.
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 