Hedgewicche
Published by Gothic Nature Journal. Please note: this extract may contain language that some might find offensive. I’m out in it, I’m wetted, I’m soaked, I’ll rip myself in shreds across the sky, come pelting, shrieking in the wind I’m ancient modern I’ll sing the very last hymn number 666 or is it 111?…
Dog Country
Published by the Land Lines Project. To begin, an ending: I had a dog, Zola – a dark chocolate cocker spaniel, mad for flushing pheasants out of hedgerows. One fogged November walk she took off across field towards road. I whistled her back; she was coming – bless her! Last moment, another pheasant flew up…
Gothicity 