A Poem For All The Women Who Have Died To Live

I wrote this poem back in 2017. Facebook reminded me of it today. I've read it over and over again this evening. I've needed to. I hope it reaches another woman who needs it too. To All The Women Who Have Died To Live To all the women who have lived and died and lived… Continue reading A Poem For All The Women Who Have Died To Live

Art Of Jenny Greenteeth

In recent days, I've been seeing the name Jenny Greenteeth pop up in comments on my favourite place on the Internet - the Folk Horror Revival group on Facebook. Why I haven't taken the time to look into Jenny before I don't know. The other day, I thought to myself: 'Eh, she won't be that… Continue reading Art Of Jenny Greenteeth

Reading In The Dark : Folklore, Myths And Legends Of Britain

Whenever I was at my Granddad's house, he always used to say 'everything here is yours, take whatever you want.' He was a good Yorkshire man with a solid heart and a decent word for everyone. He loved his countryside, his flat cap, and his bargains. One bargain of his was a copy of Folklore,… Continue reading Reading In The Dark : Folklore, Myths And Legends Of Britain

Sound Of The Day : Ensemble Belladonna

I don't like summer. I find myself wishing for it to be over even before it's properly begun. So, today I'm drowning out the sound of kids happily playing in the balmy heat with the song Miri it is while sumer ilast - performed by the brilliant Ensemble Belladona - knowing that it'll be over… Continue reading Sound Of The Day : Ensemble Belladonna

Art Of Baba Yaga

Back in the beautiful 90s (yes, I do miss them very much) deep within a tangled wood in a Yorkshire moorland valley, sat Baba Yaga's hut. I was seven when I first learned about it, and I was told, extremely convincingly, that it stood on chicken legs and would wander around at will. I was… Continue reading Art Of Baba Yaga

My Interpretation Of Gryla

These photos of me doused in pig's blood were taken a few years ago, but after spending much of today being engrossed in the art of Gryla, I thought to myself 'hang the fuck on, I represented her quite bloody well at one point, if I may say so myself...' So here they are. Photos:… Continue reading My Interpretation Of Gryla

Sound Of The Day : Slegest

It's been WAY too long since I've listened to Norwegian blackened/doom band SlegestĀ  (though this is the third time they have been my Sound Of The Day) and I've been missing out BIG TIME. Tonight I'm going to give their new album Introvert a listen, but before I do, I want to relish Ho Som… Continue reading Sound Of The Day : Slegest

Art Of Gryla

My first encounter with the Icelandic, child eating giantess Gryla was in 2010 when I wrote a poem about her. The second encounter was a year later, on a street in Akureyri, a city in northern Iceland. She was there with her husband Leppaludi. While most people think she's quite the hideous monster, I found… Continue reading Art Of Gryla

Sound Of The Day : CLANN

Have you heard about Kin Fables? No? Please allow yourself to be introduced through this interview I did back in 2013 with the creators. CLANN brings together all the music from the beautiful and expansive world magicked up by the McKinnon brothers. There's also a more up to date interview here from Beautiful Bizarre. The… Continue reading Sound Of The Day : CLANN

Art Of The Barghest

Since I was small, I've been fascinated with the idea of a demonic black hound, the size of a yearling calf with eyes the colour of hell fire, haunting the dark, lonely moors and lanes of England. Also, the fact it's a legend most commonly associated with my home county of Yorkshire is something that… Continue reading Art Of The Barghest