Lost in a landscape, Mythogeography
There is a darkness in woodland, hiding in the shade of the green canopy, something that retracts in the sunlight in the corner of your vision, beyond the growing and shrinking of the shadows with each revolution of the earth on its tipping axis. Beyond the sterility...
Black Dog Tales, Guest writers, Mythogeography
Guest post: Martyn Hudson Like badgers in channels of hypocausts devoid of fire, The Mouldwarps scatter the cairns of our mothers, And the bogs hold our fathers pinned to wicker.[1] The mole is an ‘earth-thrower’ – a mouldywarp, molywarppe, moudiwarp,...
