In Ice, She Sleeps
So one day I’m in this discussion about how the prince in Cinderella is obviously under the effect of fairy magic and why didn’t his parents figure that out? That …
Category: Mythic
A little family history
I am the son of Pol ap Finnis of the western shores. I serve at the feet of the mad Dreamer poet, the trickster who here is a Doctor and …
A Day in the Life of Midgard
I’m in one of those thoughtful moods this morning. Loki, son and heir to the line of Ymir, first power in the universe and the substance, was known as the …
Wait… how powerful is writing?!?
I’ve been pondering magic a bit at the moment. And what fascinates me the most is the astonishing gap between ourselves and what our ancestors experienced. For example, we can, …
New Short Story: “Amery Krissmass”
Oh. “Bring us a figgy pudding; Oh, bring US a figgy pudding; Oh, BRING US a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer”
Letters from a Fool
There are some folks who need a touch more: a Mystery they can pray to, a sacred space they can hide all of their hopes and fears in, a ritual to share that feeling that out there, somewhere, something greater watches over them all. Like the followers of science, the worship of the Mystery is good enough for these folk, good enough for art to flourish and spring out into the world, overwhelming people with awe and emotion for just a time before moving on.