I am deliriously happy to share that my hopefully-charmingly grotesque little poem about an insular island community has been accepted for Daily Drunk Mag’s Wickerpedia anthology, due to be published in August 2021! The poem is called “Oh Come Ye to the Fair (But not You, Stranger)”. It’s just a bloody horrible little homunculus of…

Basic is used as a slur – but I am not afraid of basic. Basic is carbon. Basic is the building blocks of the universe. I don’t care how many first edition esoteric books you’ve read, or how fancy your hat is. Basic is you. Me. Them. Us. Everyone. Anya, the heroine of this cross…

Down, down, down, down.  To Moria.  To Khazad-dûm. The weight of them. Words like a bronze gong struck with bone. Water finds its way through rock. Impossible things are not always impossible. When you’re stuck in darkness, there is sometimes more than one way to cope and find your own way out. I love to…

I’m very grateful to Speculate This Magazine for publishing this tiny tale in their 2020 Halloween issue… The radio signals from That Place Over There entranced her. The stories they told. A quick visit, she thought. No-one need know. I’ll land in a secluded spot. I’ll visit the fairgrounds, the freak shows. Just a visit,…

I’d like to thank Luna Luna Magazine for permitting me to write a massive beast of a piece on the middle bit in the Venn diagram of exercise and magical practice. Physical activity (in whatever way your body can accomplish, given that we all have different mobilities and abilities and some of us manage a…