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 … Continue reading The Magic Man

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 … Continue reading Crooks & Niches

Return of the Wicker Man

There are no more wicker men, no more straw. Fit to beg for the sweets, but the sugar's all raw. So far the rain has kept the fire at bay, so we have no sacrifice today.   Old bones held up the old bell tower. Ashes to ashes, wheat into flour. Breaking the land broke … Continue reading Return of the Wicker Man