Taking a selection of headlines cut from newspapers and magazines I was immediately drawn to the two words that inspired this: VOODOO MAN I met him at the crossroads. It was dark, almost as black as his own tattered skin. The rain had just finished, exhausted in its efforts to fall and leaving a dry
photo credit: fat dad Parchment leaves curled in regiments Await a Kaiser’s reach, Ignore the feet of children Kicking into oblivion Their warlord, London-bred natures. Where the boys tread An eddy born of cobweb wind Raises the elementals Brings faeries from their woodland beds To fling secret, invisible threads Of wild-eyed enchantments, Hope and featherd
photo credit: YoHandy The weather was my last Connection to you; Blown inside-out, I’m lost, Wet-through In the torrents Of watered-down passion Pulled to the starry heights of everything-will-be-all right clouds I gather up my thoughts, Wrapping them tight inside like an approaching storm-front Unable To subside, Unable To ride out the weather. The weather
photo credit: alex__w Today’s workshop consisted of writing a number of words (a name, a place and four descriptive ones) and then passing these to another person to use as the basis for their writing. This writing had to be produced within a time limit of ten-fifteen minutes. My words (courtesy of Ken) were: John
New Year, new deadlines! Plenty of catching up on the writing schedule! The Photograph For thirty years I’ve carried the image in a magnetically clamped locket. Originally there were two photographs, but the second of the pair had an allure that would not leave me. Her face within that brass oval was not harsh or
The ESTRONOMICON 2007 Christmas Special features my short story “Christmas Angels”. This is a fragment from a new novel regarding the adventures of members of The Cabal, a shadowy group of investigators set in a London of the near-future. The Angels in question are the infamous Enochian entites that visited John Dee in 16th Centrury
