The Magic Man

It’s time to call the Magic Man. The leaves are on the ground again. The world bends to his sleight of hand and all the dead come back again.   Memory fades, the pain abates, the world becomes brown and grey. Call on the Magic Man to play a trick on you and it can […]

Crooks & Niches

We settled into our crooks and niches, comfortable spaces and told stories of the cold Winter, warmed out hands on brazen egos, stoked the fires of our self perception. We didn’t ever think that the cold, dark night that howled itself hoarse outside would want to come in.   It did. It wanted to open […]

The Heart of Mystery

                Mystery. It was embedded in her dark eyes, hinted at by her dress and though her lips parted at first only to smile, they whispered of it. I had no desire to solve her, like some detective in a cheap novel; no, she would not yield her secrets by way of clumsy persuasion. I […]

Time of The Shaman

He prays towards Sirius at dusk. Draped in strips of colored cloth, Spartan in fashion, hanging with bright feathers and bones of reptiles.   He is calling on the universe, on that which lies above and below. Sometimes long dead elder gods, or ancestral spirits; he coaxes them down from the astral plane.   A […]

From Dark Before

I was born when the universe was dark. I was shaped when the Earth was cold. I was born by the mother of the void and the father of singularity. Birthed in silence before the light was spoked in to existence; I witnessed the first dividing line.   I am the last of the everything. […]

The People of The Island

When I woke up today, my head was full of strange pictures and my heart yearned for deep, forbidden spaces, long since forgotten by mankind.   When my feet first touched the ground, the bedside reminded me of fine, polygonal sand, that stretched out in long ribbons of violet/grey beaches on the shore of some […]

The Picture in The Hall

A picture of Stonehenge adorned the wall in a hallway of my friend’s mother’s house. It stood out amongst the family portraits, graduation photos and vacation shots along some sunny beach. It just hung there, inexplicable. A monolith, a mystery. She told us she had never been to England, though she was well-travelled, never had […]

A Hero is Born

Born to huddle, hushed, under warm blankets. Rain hammers and thunder drums. Flashlight beams slay monsters. Mom’s magic chocolate chip cookies inspire sufficient bravery for exploring paper dungeons and saving a beautiful princess. A hero is born. HG – 2016