A shack of fallen beech trunks, roughly sawn into planks. Roofed with turf, it had a window at each point of the compass. Seven in all. The only door faced the sunrise in the morning and the sunset in the evening. It was that kind of shack. He had built …
Waiting Room Constant hissUnderwritesMuted conversation,Distant laughter,Inexplicable thuds.As if worlds are collidingIn the next corridor. Above all,Stillness,Anticipation.A tensionLike a dull acheIn your back.Waiting. …
VERSE 1978-1988 Uncle Cedric. Uncle Cedric, in the bath tubDreams of monumental formsBillowing from the steamy water.Closing his eyes, he sighs,The water …
As previously mentioned, the Fforest of Annwn is vast. Possibly endless. If endless is at all possible. Certainly it seemed to Pwyll …
by Pwyll ap Douglas He was eaten by a dragon, but as it was a mythical creature, it didn’t do him much …
By Alan J. Crabtree My mother died recently (it wasn’t aujourd’hui). Initially I felt a bit numbed, and it was only when …
“It is difficult to make predictions, especially about the future.”(1) The foolishness of these words might seem obvious, but there is a …
The death of hegemony with the rise of the media. My PhD supervisor Alan Costall always warned me about what we might …
An Exploration of Post-Factuality In 1992 I organised an exhibition at Littlehampton Museum on the history of a local company, Duke and …
Introduction Stalker is by no means the only game which recreates “historic” places (see Kapell and Elliott 2013). The most notable parallels …