Music
My production work, lyric writing and guitars contributed to the 2025 edition of Jupiter Loop's seminal trip-hop album not just being remastered but completely re-imagined with lush textures, driving synths and sultry vocals.

My production work, lyric writing and guitars contributed to the 2025 edition of Jupiter Loop's seminal trip-hop album not just being remastered but completely re-imagined with lush textures, driving synths and sultry vocals.
My art continues to be featured in publications from Columbia and Greece and features in many private collections. I have also designed a series of tarot and oracle decks that relate to my Leng Mythos and Voudon Gnostic practice.

As an author my recents publications include Keys to the Voudon Kingdom, Whispers of the Hidden Path, Keys to the Hoodoo Kingdom, the Leng Mythos novels, the ARCHONIX series graphic novels and several collections of poetry. As a speaker and delegate I have appeared at The Isle of Wight Occult Conference, Glastonbury Occult Conference, International Left Hand Path Consortium, Pagan Pride Nottingham, Art in the Crypt, The Day of Raising the Ancestral Spirits, Edgeways and many more. I am available for future bookings.
Dusk is riding the London Eye Dropping into the Thames, Rising upon the Embankment Wearing the night-black body Of a crouching, lazy Sphinx. In secret illumination The obelisk beacon is lit Black light pouring its hieroglyphics Unseen across the rippling waters. Fallen leaves, A desert floor of golden heat Reaches out Beneath the feet Of
Walking away from the Shepherd’s Bush Empire, London on Saturday 1st March 2008 it was difficult to believe that this was the last ever Mission show. Wayne Hussey’s band have been one of the lodestones of my musical landscape. Like The Cult, who they first supported, they have never failed to produce the best live
I REALLY DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE ©Sean Woodward photo credit: fatllama Those were the last six words he ever heard her speak. Anjers suspected, looking back, it was a spinning-tumbler, drum-roll, broken-lock combination of ever darkening events that had led them to that place. Her husband,for example. The sight of his body – dislocated, twisted.
Conferences, training days and seminars are great ways of re-focusing. Removing yourself from normal environments has a way of crystallising experience. Even as a delegate or guest speaker you soon realise that there is an element of chaos at work, as no matter how well you prepare your notes, like all live events, anything can
photo credit: keso This evening I updated the site to the latest (2.3.3) version of WordPress. It was all very painless (something one comes to expect from WordPress) and started to examine areas of increased functionality for this blog. I recently started something similar, reviewing Movable Type’s extendability with my Reality Architecting blog. The first
I am a delegate at the Writing Industries Conference at Loughborough University on Saturday 9th February, 2008. The event, which covers Science Fiction and Fantasy, Poetry and spoken word, fiction and general non-fiction, as well as Commercial and literary fiction is now sold out.
Anyone with an iPhone soon realises they’d like some different wallpapers to take advantage of the luscious display, so here are a few I’ve recently created. Right-Click/Save As to download the full resolution picture. Then just add them to the folder you use to sync photos to your iPhone and then select your favourite as
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