I saw proud Ceridwen, great Queen and Goddess, Long blond curling hair and pale skin, a red dress, Alone in the fort on the lake, an evening of storm and silvery light. Her Lord rode hard to hounds and shouted, far away, Full of the joy of freedom and male Continue Reading
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In Search of Lost Time
An Extract from The Hollow Behind the Hearthstone, a novel by Mark Devlin, forthcoming from The Hollow Press, 2021 Taril stood, setting his wine-cup carefully down, and went to the corner where he had leaned his staff. Istorius called Arnauld back, and directed him in moving piles of books and Continue Reading
Josephine and the Witch
[image: Nymphe de l’eau, Wilhelm Kotarbinsky, 1901] Once upon a time, there was an ugly, smelly old witch who lived alone in a murky pond. She got up when she wanted, and went to bed when she felt like it; she had frogs and toads and bats and rats and Continue Reading
THE WHITE LADY & THE PARLIAMENT OF OWLS
THE first time I saw the Ruined Tower, it took me by surprise, for it was in Summer, and the crown of oak-trees on its motte of earth were in full leaf; it was only very close by that I could see the fallen, ivy-covered building within. But I have Continue Reading
LEAVES FROM THE LEABHAR DRAÍOCHT : SAINT SWITHIN’S DAY – HIGH SUMMER, 15 July 2012
We had come to the Lost Domain, leaving as the last of the night leaked from the sky under the last wedge of the Waning Moon. I carried with me a glyph of Will-Working, charged in an intense ceremony in which the Dark One-Eyed Wanderer stood before me, covered me Continue Reading
‘The Ever-undiscovered Country over the hill’ : The Temporality and the Geometry of Adventure
‘A proposition of geometry is a fair and luminous parallel for a work of art’; Robert Louis Stevenson adopts this provocative position in his 1884 essay, ‘A Humble Remonstrance’,[1] written as a rejoinder to Henry James’s ‘The Art of Fiction’,[2] which had appeared a few months earlier, also in Longman’s Continue Reading
THE POLITICS OF HOLDING THE DOOR
You’ve all heard it, haven’t you? How now, if you hold a door for a woman, you’re some kind of a “sexist”; how now, if you compliment a woman, or flirt with a woman, or tell a woman she’s looking sexy today, or just gently brush up against her breast, Continue Reading
Devlin’s Posthumous Letter from Morocco
Editor’s Introduction : We present here a short excerpt from Martin Caulder’s recently discovered pseudonymous work, first published by Olympia Press in 1964 in the “Traveller’s Companion” series of erotica for gentlemen. The original title, The Devil in a Woman’s Form, is believed to have been chosen at the last Continue Reading
What Would You do if You Weren’t Afraid?
It was the start of the Summer. We were on Quai Henri IV, and there was no one else around. He showed me this. We sat there for a really long time without saying anything. I started crying. I think he might have been crying too, but I didn’t look. Continue Reading