Rotten words and unburied rites from ancient worlds. For those marked by the grey one’s left eye— or the left ones who still seek to hide. Gode ritual. Skald words. Cicada calls.

Short fiction, Serialised novels, humour, essays, film and music reviews beamed to you from out in the ethers.

exploring personal growth, identity, and the cultural moment with honesty and heart. Thanks for stopping by ✨❤️

I deliver 100% plant-based horror, horror flash fiction and poetry, and the tarot-based adventures of my office ghost. Expect gore, chills, and some truly terrifying tales.

Extrications and ecstasies.

These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here