Constellations: Hung upside down
The soft flumpf of footsteps on a loamy riverbank path, motes rising golden in the horizontal rays of sun. Eddies of leaves on the verges of thickening bush, twisted skeletons … Read More
The soft flumpf of footsteps on a loamy riverbank path, motes rising golden in the horizontal rays of sun. Eddies of leaves on the verges of thickening bush, twisted skeletons … Read More
The three witches. Ah, Shakespeare, you really screwed that one, you patriarchal old bard. Three Weird Sisters. Complete red herring, allowing men to get away with murder most foul for … Read More
You can’t study English literature and not have read the Bible, stated Dr Wendy Jacobson a long time ago during an undergrad tutorial. It was a revelation. All those childhood … Read More