I am a custodian of the things the modern world often forgets: 

ink-stained magic that writers leave behind. 

a past that mirrors our sugar-coated, grim future, and the strange,

folktales that still have something to say,

Welcome

  • RED RIDING HOOD PART 3

    RED RIDING HOOD PART 3 Rhea crouched behind a crooked pine, her hat slipping over one eye, muttering curses that could curdle soup but so far hadn’t managed to curdle a single villain’s plans.             ‘All right, think. Wolves. They smell, they stalk, they snarl. So if I were a wolf, where would I hide?’…

  • WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

    WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The High Priest of Nature (Who Hated Tourists) William Wordsworth (1770–1850) is often remembered as the grandfather of the English Romantic movement—a man who spent his life wandering the Lake District, looking at daffodils, and feeling “feelings.” But to dismiss him as a mere flower-gazer is to miss the point. Wordsworth was the…

  • Wordsworth’s French Secret (The Poet Wasn’t So Pure)

    Wordsworth’s French Secret (The Poet Wasn’t So Pure) William Wordsworth is famous for being the “High Priest of Nature.” We picture him as a stuffy, moralizing old man wandering the Lake District, sniffing daffodils and judging the youth for being too loud.But before he was the boring uncle of Romanticism, he was a 21-year-old revolutionary…