What am I known for? Tonight, I am putting apple-orbs in trees. Tomorrow I will put books on stumps. Sometime soon, there will be a remaking, inasmuch as there is ever a remaking. I The essential poem at the center of things, The arias that spiritual fiddlings make, Have gorged the cast-iron of our lives …
Dear Richard, I got your email. I mean, obviously I got it; else I wouldn’t be replying to it. You can probably see your email at the bottom of my email or something. I don’t know. I guess it depends on your client and your preferences, but yeah. Hi. It’s morning here, or I guess …
The moon wanted more of my night I turned off the engine and the headlights The trees appeared as they’d never been gone I promised the fields I’d return from now on And the moon kept on rising I had no more to say I put my road maps away And surrendered the day And …
There is always room for dreams, and dreams that skew into reality are our specialty here in Faerie. Whether it’s the dreams we share amongst ourselves, the dreams that terrify us out of complacency, or the dreams we give to those mundane humans strong enough to withstand them, they are always alive with us. And so, …
From The Author: Lately, I’ve not been inspired to write a lot of longish stories and have been sticking to single photographs. So here is a bit of a roundup of the last week or so in photographs. These have, except for one, already appeared on my Flickr feed, so they might seem familiar. The Moth, …
by Lord Bartleby von Tinkleton, Esq., Guest Columnist. Of course there have been rumours that I’ve recently chosen to spend time in the Fae Realm of Awenia. I admit, I had lunch there. And in fact, I have grown quite fond of the Realm, which was first brought to my attention when an acquaintance suggested …
I watched through the window, I did. I watched clouds through the window, and below. It looked like a dance, like you were dancing with me and I was watching us but with us and then sometimes it was as if there was no separation between us, and I thought that was because we must …
FAE LADY LETITIA LUPERCALIA: Volunteerism is my calling. I believe it comes from a higher place, the desire to help those less fortunate than oneself, to bring them along in the world and lift them up. And who, really, is less fortunate than a poor animal? Even mythical animals receive such terrible starts in life. They …
Dreams are so weird. I mean, I’ve spent large portions of the past few years explaining the vagaries of being a Fae Queen through dream sequences because sometimes they’re the only things that make more sense than trying to explain it all as a straight-up narrative. But that doesn’t mean they make sense. Sometimes they …
“I know this must look like a small place to you. You see what you can perceive with whatever perceptions were given you by the gods. I cannot convey to you the vastness of it, not really; you’re not equipped to handle it. That’s not meant to be patronising, or belittling, I promise: it’s just …
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