So Shocked And Unbelievably Delighted To Be Shortlisted For The Women's Prize For Fiction's Discoveries

Lá fhéile Bríde shona daoibh!

the butcher. the ripper. the surgeon.

the Haruspex

Nobody prepares you for the sheer horror that is the last month of your PhD

Had some film developed recently. A few hikes from the summer, namely around the Mournes and in Wicklow. A bonus photo of my friend Roberta on top of the well rock in Dunino Den in Fife – a powerful and ancient place that you could drive right past without ever knowing was there! The area was clearly of significance to the Picts given the carved stone footprint beside the natural well, the Pictish stone and the stairs hewn out of the rock itself. It's a beautiful area. Go if you ever get the chance!

Going to my eras tour Hozier tomorrow.

Albero di Limone available in Sonder Issue IV

“September came in with golden days and silver nights,”

- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

The thing about lotr is that it spends so much time on describing trees because it’s actually about trees. And it’s also about languages and stories and songs and that’s why the songs are in there

It doesn’t make sense to say that Tolkien should have cut back on describing these things because all of them are part of the fundamental core of what lotr is and what it’s trying to do. It’s—fundamentally—just a poem about trees

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TOWER VOL. 1: END by TOWER

An anthology where things come to an end.

My poem "Mr Keats is ill" features in VOL. 1: END of Tower Magazine. Available for purchase and/or download now!

Scribe to those assembled: SEd EGO QUi sCrIpsI hANc hiSTORIAm aUt UERiuS fabUlAM quIbUsdam FIDEM iN hac hiSTORia AUt FaBUlA NOn AcCoMModo. QUaeDam enIm ibi SUNt PrAEstRigia dEmOnuM, qUaeDaM AuTem figmEntA poETiCA, quaEdam SimILIA uErO, quaEdAM nOn, QUAEDAm aD dElECTaTiOnem sTULTorUm

everyone else (read: me) just here for a good time:

I just know the Book of Leinster/Recension II scribe was the Jenny Joyce of the twelfth century