Thursday, November 17, 2011

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

All Souls' Day

For the poor sods languishing in the spiritual queue.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Thursday, October 13, 2011


Never hang something from a tree you don't want much made of.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Mooning about.

The Man in the Moon came down too soon
and asked his way to Norwich.
They sent him south and he burnt his mouth
By eating cold pease-porridge.
English nursery rhyme

Saturday, September 10, 2011


Skirts tucked under, shoelaces wound about, hat on firmly, and a good besom in hand.

Friday, September 02, 2011


"Well, we've time while they're at this song: it has nine times nine verses; but you ought to stay for some more Whoo-hoos. Doesn't it give you the feel of the moon in the tree-tops: 'Whoo-hoo-hoo, says the hook-eared owl'? Come along quietly."
The Midnight Folk, John Masefield

Monday, August 08, 2011

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Spooky Old Tree

One with a light.
One with a stick.
One with a rope.
Entering Moriae territory. It was all I could do to not drop three, huddled figures under those boughs.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

In the hedges.

A swarm of bees in May

Is worth a bale of hay.

A swarm of bees in June

Is worth a silver spoon.

A swarm of bees in July

Isn't worth a fly.

May all your swarms prove worthy.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Stuck in my head.

They are the Choirmasters of Faery. The literal Un-sung. Melodies come to them in tight, ravelled packages and leave deconstructed through bright beaks. Exit confounded through blazing nostrils. Fall to the ground in shards.
The broken remains are collected and scribbled down by the maestros, then played with the backwards, hobbled artistry of the fey. They limp back to us in the pre-dawn, garbled and sad, displaying their pieces, desperate for a rendering. And the codebreakers? They tease out the strongest strains and pipe the old tunes, and they come back to us, altered but true.

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Ino what you're thinking.

A retooling of the bluegirl after some (s)trident opinions.

Friday, February 25, 2011

After the Fall.

Having a hard time shaking the feeling that my post-fall inventory missed some key injury.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


There's a long history of giants sleeping past red letter days tip-toed through by red-headed scoundrels.

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Fantastic Voyage.

With the Blue Lady, and all her incarnations, in mind.

Monday, January 03, 2011


A little out of time, but the holidays were a little out of joint this year.


Happy New Year's from the inmates of cell block Gadra.