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
Three years after its release, The VVitch remains to be the best horror film I've ever seen. (The Blair Witch Project comes in at a close second followed by The Babadook.) The cult that the film has ignited is inspiring, refreshing and, quite frankly, fucking brilliant for the witches of today. I can remember watching… Continue reading Art Of The VVitch
There's something about the foxglove that commands my attention. It's literally impossible for me to walk past a foxglove without getting up close to it and giving it all of my attention for however long it demands it. And they deserve that attention, friends. Growing up to six feet tall, foxgloves are hardy bastards, who… Continue reading Thinking In The Dark : Foxgloves
What's this now? A new post? Yes folks, I'm as surprised as you, but here we are. Before I treat (?) you to today's sound(s), I want to raise a cup of tea to Wyrd Words & Effigies sixth year floating in the blogosphere. Seventy-two full moons ago, I wrote the very first of the… Continue reading Sound(s) Of The Day : Cave Mouth
I have a daughter. She's nearly nine months. When she decides she wants a nap, be that at 2pm or 2am (she's not a predictable baby) I take the opportunity to make a video from one of my poems. Here are four I've made over the past four days. I'm new to this folks, so… Continue reading Four Darkly Inclined Poetry Videos
