From the moment the umbilical cord is severed tendrils of wyrd invite our precious, newly birthed souls to forget their singular course. Here is your…
Category: Hearthspace
Loki, sitting cross-legged on top of a great stone wall. He’s laying on his back and laughing, laughing until he wheezes and his sides split…
…flow of story words coiling out of the flames… Soft glowing coals licked by golden tongues of flame. My hands wrapped around the warm, smooth…
Beneath the waves, beneath the waves. My boat is sailing beneath the waves. Where no flame burns and the streets are lit with gold and…
Ravaged lands bathed in blood. The cold and pitiless sky – sunless, moonless – is a shroud of black enveloping the world. Carcass after carcass…
The first word. Sung into being by a God. Unutterably beautiful, unspeakably sublime. Beckoning us into the dream-world where the past can be touched and…
A single phrase, a careless gesture, a picture on a screen, can lift us clean from our roots. Severing us from the centering-force of our…
This is a picture of the apple tree in my garden. When I first viewed the house last year the tree had blossomed but no…
I’m so pleased to share this interview I did with Sorita d’Este from Avalonia publishing. We were discussing the topic of ‘creativity and calling’ spanning…
I am the forgotten one, the sacrificed one Existing in thought alone, starlight in a long ago dream I am the cord, the tether Binding…