See Emily Play

The last event for me in October was NEPCA at UMass-Amherst where I gave a presentation on Elisabeth Sanxay Holding’s The Blank Wall; at PCA National this spring I’ll be talking about the film adaptations, too. I also finally visited Emily Dickinson’s house. Despite living in New England for many years, I had not managed to get there. It was…

Devil’s Night (2007)

Devil’s Night It was called Devil’s Night in the town where I lived That veiled night before Halloween, When goblins came out and devils ran wild And some said that witches were seen. We kids stayed inside, safe in our beds And whispered of what there might be— But one year we intended to see…

Call for Submissions: My Wandering Uterus

The fabulous Byron Ballard (forensic folklorist & village witch) suggested putting together an anthology of women’s travel writing to be called My Wandering Uterus. And while I continue to say, ‘No more editing jobs!’ somehow I have been roped into this project. So here is the call: We seek essays, stories and poetry about your…

Devil’s Night (2007)

Devil’s Night It was called Devil’s Night in the town where I lived That veiled night before Halloween, When goblins came out and devils ran wild And some said that witches were seen. We kids stayed inside, safe in our beds And whispered of what there might be— But one year we intended to see…

#WhanThatAprille16: Riddle 20

Jumping into spring: it’s the time when folk long to go on pilgrimages and in addition to seeking the blissful holy martyr, medievalists like to share their love of language with the world. Thanks to Chaucer Doth Tweet, the event this year is called #WhanThatAprille16 so check out the hashtag for more audio delights. Here’s…

The Pallid Mist

Follow me into the pallid mist And I will give you a lover’s kiss; Should the sun rise before you flee You’ll have to bide a while with me. Johnny, oh Johnny, don’t walk in the mist And don’t share the secrets of girls you have kissed. Your heart, forged from marble so cold and…

Loreena McKennit, The Egg, 16 Oct 2015

The Egg is a lovely performance space: unfortunately it’s smack in the middle of the Empire State Plaza, a structure designed and built in the infernal realms (there’s a plaque that says so, I swear it). Between the normal Byzantine route required to actually enter the plaza and then hope to find parking and the…

Equinox in Brigadoon

“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly…