I thought it was high time I turned the sound recording into a more proper entity than a youtube video or an instagram post, with better sound and some self-respect, some dignity, perhaps a little gravitas, even more gravitas than vimeo. Someone in your life needs this poem as an mp3. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s those anemones.
Here we are in October already. Time slides like the graceful trickster it is. Days lived, weeks lived, months lived – I’ve been telling more stories than ever before, but new written work that’s made it through to publication is thin on the ground.
In which Tom has had a dream of a new edition of Sometimes a Wild God; old-new words; and his son learns to say ‘Baba Yaga…’
On April 23rd, I’ll be running a one-day storytelling workshop in Exeter. Originally conceived as a perk for the Hedgespoken crowdfunding campaign back in 2014, it’s taken a while to get together, but is finally here.
Originally posted on Hedgespoken – the blog:
So. It feels like we’ve entered another phase of this strange and befuddling funding journey – we’re not on the lamplit path to the home-springs yet, at all: we’re still traversing the rocky chasms of uncertainty and the vine-thick forests of hopefulness. We have only three weeks left…
Out onto the moor today. In the midst of all the busy-ness, the prospect of putting miles of moorland under my feet and acres of clear sky in my eyes gladdens my heart like the homecoming that it is, ‘though greater, when I’m out with the skylarks, the buzzards and the long grass. I’ll sing… Continue reading Tuesday, moor-day.
Who knows how long this will be the case? But it is a victory for sense over insanity, however long it lasts!