When the day was done the toys stood still, the fire crew parked the tender,   the driver of the big tall crane, well, he just can't rem...

  I recently visited my home town of Preston in Lancashire and was surprised to see this blue plaque on Christian Street near the Station, a...

  The young alchemist held the light and stared into its solar rays, forged betwixt the stars at night to shine upon our darkening days.

As dark descends on Christmas Eve, when something sniffs the fading day, a boggart, sleeping in the leaves,   wakes before the angels say to...

Amorphous fist, it grew in the dark, a master worm.   Godless crobe, it bludges its way through the breaths. Cosmic leech, monster coronated...

Note: Yes, this is still a space toy blog, but this post does have a sci-fi connection, a smattering of quantum theory and a reference ...

Its late at night and the toys are away. Time for darkness to have a say. Press each video one by one To watch the the setting of the...

The purple, orange, green and black of Halloween have all been packed.  Gold, red and bronze upon the leaves and sooner...

Make not the thistle thine enemy Sir, It protects your fields from kobolds greed. Mock not the nettles communion Sir, It direct...

The witching day is nearly theirs, Half-men, stirring in the lanes.  Shrouds and veils, shrieks and wails Bubble, gobble, oil and...

A  rather sombre little Lovecraftian speech on my favourite local field at dusk. I call these dreary odes drodes. Well, you have ...

“We must not look at goblin men,  We must not buy their fruits:  Who knows upon what soil they fed  Their hungry thirst...

October hardens like a scab. Two devils, dancing, demand again the Beast spew up the Samhain, its festival, its Hell ...

It's national poetry day here in the UK so I thought I'd invite you to have a go. Odes to toys, poems about comics, limericks about ...

By way of a final Shaolin bow to last week's Kung Fu fest, reader Tony K has reminded me of someone we both like very much, one John Co...

The End of Christmas: the last glass ball: The festive fire inside its heart: Held aloft on proud, strong antlers, The anc...