The Story of the Forest Witch
Long ago, beyond the mists which lie just inside the forest’s edge, among the gnarled roots of the most ancient of yews, sat the forest witch upon her verdant mossy
The Cynic
The shepherd leads the sheep along the winding rutted path.
Their gentle bleating falls hollow amongst the cushions of corpses.
Nooses numbering eight tether them tightly ‘round their fattened necks. … Continue readingThe Cynic
The Mountebank
Two pennies a vial, and a free nightly puppet show. … Continue readingThe Mountebank
The Vintner
The universe distilled … Continue readingThe Vintner
The Technician
Resistors, Capacitors, Transistors, Inductors, Transformers, and switches, The technician creates the technician who creates the technician … Continue readingThe Technician
The Roadside Ghost
Out here the sky is just wider they say
The cold is much colder, the dry much drier
And the wild is just wilder
It will change you without your permission … Continue readingThe Roadside Ghost
The Forest Witch
In a cloistered hermitage hidden from the eyes of the prying
Reached only through the careful divination of echoes … Continue readingThe Forest Witch
The Grave Digger
Mystic Tape Deck · The Grave Digger Pulling on the mud caked creased and drawn leather boots Feet cold, atonic and rheumatic, bunions bulging, inflamed Shabby woolen blanket tossed aside