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
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
If you're wondering why I don't post as much music here as I used to, it's because I have, along with my Sister Shaman and bandmate Meghan Wood (AKA Crown Of Asteria - check her out), a blog called A Hex On Your Head where we share music most days. Psst…between you and me, there's… Continue reading The Woods Do Not Want Us Here – New Song From Cave Mouth
For weeks and weeks and weeks, I’ve been hounding myself to go back through my notebooks and copy out everything significant. I finally got around to doing it today but only managed to plough through three of five. I’m going to make an attempt (so no promises!) to try and do a ‘Things From The Pages… Continue reading Go Not Near Her She Is Of Witching Way – Things From The Pages Of My Notebook
Hello? Is anyone still there? It's been a long while, I know. I've missed being here, gods, I've really missed it. But May was a whirlwind of a month, and I'm still trying to find my feet after it threw me back down to earth. I want to update you on all that happened –… Continue reading May’s Self-Portraits
When I first started researching into the dark traditions surrounding Yule, I came across a few sentences (I can't remember where exactly...) about a Norwegian tradition that peaked my interest. The tradition is that, on Christmas Eve, folk across the land hide their brooms so lurking witches won't steal them for their night ride. However,… Continue reading The Darkest Days – Hiding The Brooms (Or Not…)
For anyone who would like to read my poetry collection My Heart Is A Forest and support my work, PDF copies are available at my Etsy store for just £1! A father kills an elusive pale fox and pays for the death with his sanity. The Barghest, Black Annis and other dark creatures of British… Continue reading Wyrd Words Book Club : My Heart Is A Forest PDF
I'm currently writing a song called 'The Witch That Wouldn't Die...' inspired by this self-portrait. In my head she's saying, 'are you even done trying yet? Can I go and live out my life in the woods now and hex all of your stupid asses?'
I gathered in the first of the blackberries today – an impressive handful of six weighty berries were very gently placed in the front pocket of my rucksack. (It’s still a bit early for them to be coming out, so I considered myself very fortunate to have gathered six.) I’ve been thinking about blackberries a… Continue reading Thinking In The Dark : Blackberries
It’s been raining now for six days. (Though as I type this, it’s starting to peter out and the sun is shouting 'HERE I AM!' Typical.) The grass and the flowers and the worms are loving it, and the birds are singing their hearts out until the witching hour. It’s a welcome relief from the… Continue reading Thinking In The Dark : Rain
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 