Category: Original Fiction
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A Lighthouse Seen from Exile: Veronica on Woolf, Stillness, and the Spaces Between
Maybe the lighthouse isn’t a destination.
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Storm in a Teacup, or the Weight of a Day? Sylvia and Lillian Read Mrs Dalloway
“One woman worrying about gloves and seating plans, a man flinging himself out the window. Sounds like a waste of a day.”
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The Heart of Shadows and the Summer Solstice: Interweaving Nature, Belief, and Cornish Folklore
The Heart of Shadows and the Summer Solstice: Interweaving Nature, Belief, and Cornish Folklore
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“These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins”
And isn’t that what The Waste Land was always about? Not war or ruin or post-war disillusionment, not really—but the terrible fact that intimacy is not a cure.
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On Ruskin, Lawrence, and the Perils of Pretty Words
A strange sort of prophet, Ruskin. One who trembled before the world he observed, but never truly entered it.
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Wren Writes Back: On Ruskin, Seeing Clearly, and the Strange Case of Poetry
But the longer I sat with it—the more I thought of what happened back in Falmouth—the more the line started to ring true.
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Veronica Speaks: On Ruskin, Murder, and the Beauty of a Shattered Truth
I believed a beautiful lie. And I acted on it.
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Never Confuse a Myth with a Lie: Ruskin, the Existentialists, and the Women of Mystic Reads
This distinction is more than academic. It shapes how we live, how we love, how we make meaning of pain, and how we chart a course forward in a world full of both poetry and propaganda.
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The Heart of Shadows at Beltane: Exploring the Thin Veil, Folklore, and the Psychological Influence of Ritual
Beltane and Samhain may both thin the veil, but Beltane’s upward movement calls forth entities that do not belong in the world of men. In the wrong hands, the Heart of Shadows could bridge that gap—with consequences that could echo through time.
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Whispers from the Water: A Glimpse into a Sequel to The Atlantic Pearl
“Not a fish,” she murmured, brushing back the tangle of kelp and salt-crusted debris.