In which I mutter very briefly about the gathering darkness of the world, and writing, tell you about the SOMETIMES A WILD GOD poster (only £5!) and point you in the direction of Martin Shaw’s good words and a few others’ at that.
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…’
The book of the poem, Sometimes a Wild God, has gone on sale in the Hedgespoken Press online shop.
Very soon, we’ll be putting these beautiful books for sale in our online shop – here’s some previews and a link to the shop…
If you’ve been in some kind of slumber recently, or you wandered off into a darkened room and forgot how to get out, you may have missed the fact that Rima and I have been hatching a plan…
Hedgespoken – a vehicle for the imagination: a travelling off-grid theatre truck, and our new home
As some of you may have noticed, December saw a flurry of attention for the poem ‘Sometimes a Wild God.’ I’m really not sure quite what happened, but I know that facebook was heavily involved. The site went from getting about 250 views each week to almost 20,000 just before Christmas. Yes, 20,000. Thankfully, we’re… Continue reading Wild God trails and half-world journeys
My enemies grew strong in fifteen years. The world changed. The rulers of men’s lives have always been the rich and the empty-hearted, but now they were emboldened. Greed rose from their mouths like grasping snakes of smoke. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore it. All around, I heard the world groaning. I plugged my ears and moved one foot in front of another.