I am a custodian of the things the modern world often forgets: 

ink-stained magic that writers leave behind. 

a past that mirrors our sugar-coated, grim future, and the strange,

folktales that still have something to say,

Welcome

  • II CINDERELLA PART 1

    Cinderella II PART I Rhea slumped into what she grandly referred to as ‘her throne’—a saggy sofa that was less furniture and more a collection of grudges held together by stuffing. It had already lost two cushions to scorch marks and one to Gorbaclaventichun’s increasingly dramatic scratching habits. The cat sprawled beside her, a stripy…

  • Samuel Taylor Coleridge

    The Haunted Dreamer (And the Person from Porlock) If William Wordsworth was the sober hiker of Romanticism, finding God on a misty mountaintop, Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) was the man who stayed indoors, took too much laudanum, and met a ghost. While Wordsworth looked out at the Lake District and saw a sanctuary, Coleridge looked…

  • The Man Who Talked to Buttons (Coleridge’s Monologue)

    The Man Who Talked to Buttons (Coleridge’s Monologue) We all have that one friend who tells stories that go nowhere. But Samuel Taylor Coleridge was the Michael Jordan of not shutting up.Coleridge was a genius, a visionary, and an addict. But mostly, he was a talker. When the mood struck him, he would launch into…