Collaborations

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 […]

A tyrant Spell has bound me

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. […] Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond […]

A Storm of Swords

Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends. – George R.R. Martin – A Storm of Swords –

The Gray turns Gold

There is a woodland witch who lies […] The dragon-flies, brass-bright and blue, Are signs she works her sorcery through; Weird, wizard characters she weaves Her spells with under forest leaves […]

Hammer House of Vials

The friendly folks at Hammer Films Ltd., the British specialists in horror flicks, have this thing about tiny glass vials. They’ll use a vial or two in almost every movie they […]

Ode to Autumn

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with […]

To breed the Fruit that breeds the Serpent’s Art

Behold, this crocus is a withering flame; This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom’s part To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent’s art. Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them, […]

It will rise in perfect Light

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. – Sarah Williams – The […]

I myself am strange and unusual

Adam: You can see us without the sheets? Lydia: Of course I can see you. Adam: Well, how is it you see us and nobody else can? Lydia: Well, I’ve read […]

Ophelia

To create the illusion of a corpse floating into the river, for his painting Ophelia, John Everett Millais had his model, Elizabeth Siddal, posing in a bathtub full of water. Millais […]

The Dream in the Witch House

Mazurewicz came home at six o’clock and said people at the mill were whispering that the Walpurgis-revels would be held in the dark ravine beyond Meadow Hill where the old white […]

La Chambre Bleue

When I awoke, I was alone, in a small, simple room […] walls covered with printed Jouy cottons […] Alas ! I was not long to realise that I had not […]