Review “Duncton Wood” by William Horwood (1980)

It might seem that a story about moles might not be particularly exciting. After all, they spend a lot of time underground and can barely see. But William Horwood has created an epic tale of love, faith, and overcoming all odds, which any lover of fantasy will enjoy. “Duncton Wood” is the story of Bracken…

Liminality

On the threshold standing between the light and the dark between summer and winter between day and night For a moment we are in netherspace no man’s land a world neither here nor there a borderland between sea and shore a place outside of space and time where order is diminished and chaos reigns Seasons…

The fires of Samhain

Before Hallowe’en, there was Samhain (pronounced Sawin). This refers to a Celtic/Gaelic festival that marked the transition into the colder part of the year, the dark half. Celtic people counted a day as sunset to sunset, so the celebration for the festival would start at sunset on 31 October. This festival marked the midpoint between…

For the nameless

We never know their names We never see their faces We don’t know who they are or where they live but they are all around us Anonymous, hiding in plain sight Saving lives and saving souls Mending bruises and mending hearts Making peace, making love Holding lamps in the darkness so others can see their…

A Drawbridge and a Moat

Wouldn’t it be fun to go live in a castle a real, old, fairy-tale like castle with high walls and battlements, and, most importantly, a moat and a drawbridge! Wouldn’t it be so good to come home from all the noise and fuss cross the drawbridge into your castle and then, with relish raise that…

Review of “The Outer Limits” – 1963 to 1965

There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. If we wish to make it louder, we will bring up the volume. If we wish to make it softer, we will tune it to a whisper. We will control the horizontal. We will control the…

Manipura problems

Fear starts in my diaphragm rising like bile until it is a primal scream in my throat in my head choking off the air until I want to crawl out of my own skin It’s just anxiety, they say nothing to be afraid of But they’re wrong There’s everything to be afraid of The world…

Cosmogyral

Whirling through the universe hurtling in eternal orbit around a shining star We chant a paean a victory song to our survival through aeons of change and change again Continents rise and fall civilizations are just a blink But we, the wanderers, go on We sing through the long ages As we watch the tiny…

Mountain Top

In the high places In the lofty, lonely places seekers after truth stretch their minds and souls to the infinite. Shamans and priests pilgrims and hermits make their way to the very summit to seek enlightenment. On the mountaintop the world disappears Everything seems so small from up there The air is clean and clear…