Collaborations

Les Champs léthargiques I

La foule des vivants rit et suit sa folie, Tantôt pour son plaisir, tantôt pour son tourment ; Mais par les morts muets, par les morts qu’on oublie, Moi, rêveur, je […]

You’d speak my name in tongues

You’d speak my name in tongues, you’d holler out in spades Oh, how I wish you could love me again Into the darkness my baby flies, Into the darkness I say […]

Esbat & Sabbat

There are eight Sabbats that make up the Wheel of the Year. The Sabbats are solar, seasonal and represent the cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth. The Esbats are the […]

Pale, beyond Porch and Portal

Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with calm leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands; […] She waits for each and other, She waits for all […]

The Empty House

See this house, how dark it is Beneath its vast-boughed trees! […] “Secrets”, sighs the night-wind, “Vacancy is all I find; Every keyhole I have made Wails a summons, faint and […]

La Petite Danseuse

Even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes. – Edgar Degas –

When on a Summer’s Morn I wake

When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies. […] And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, […]

Wreathing a band to bind us to the Earth

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full […]

No Silver Crucifix

I don’t want to live in this world There are too many vampires in this world No silver crucifix could fix This old world – without you – King Dude – […]

Bespoke is an adjective for anything commissioned to a particular specification. It may be altered or tailored to the customs, tastes, or usage of an individual purchaser. Origin: The word “bespoke” […]

Sorcellerie

Frau Gaubenslosher was strongly suspected of witchcraft. […] And it must be confessed appearances were against the Frau. In the first place, she lived quite alone in a forest. This was […]

Like slithers of a Fallen Moon

Lightlessness. Each man’s hands clutch at spears and amulets. My own fill with hacksilver, its small grey fragments like slithers of a fallen moon – Laura Webb – Coda, from An […]