Jane Yolen who was our Winter Queen some years back is our writer for this post. As one reviewer noted of her some years back, she ‘is a prolific and very talented crafter of tales. Not only does this delightful woman write for adults, but she writes for the younger folk as well. Twelve Impossible . . . → Read More: Jane Yolen on the even time of our lives
Besides drinking far too much mead, eating the hearty food that the Kitchen loves making for me such as venison pie and Lifrarpylsa (Icelandic style Haggis), writing in my journals, and chasing that lovely piper lassie (who is far too easy to catch but I’n not complaining), I enjoy reading in the storytellers chair by the . . . → Read More: Winter reading suggestions
Iain Mackenzie, no friend of the landed gentry, has a Boxing Day post over at Sleeping Hedgehog.
I remember when it really meant something as opposed to the shopping holiday it has become.
It’s origins start off apparently in the Christmas Carol, ‘Good King Wenceslas’. Wenceslas, who was Duke of Bohemia in the . . . → Read More: On Boxing Day
Brighton, England based singer/songwriter, novelist, poet, and playwright Nick Burbridge and his musical vehicle named McDermott’s 2 Hours when he’s not collaborating with the Levellers. Nick can slip easily from Irish folk to really great folk rock. It won’t surprise you ‘tall that Nick’s a favorite of many of us here including myself and we . . . → Read More: From Nick Burbridge: A Holiday Song
You know the story that Albion will endure as long as there are are Ravens in the Tower of London? (A story that my Ravens nod quite approvingly of as they believe all Ravens are always at the centre of the multiverse.) we have a similar story on the sprawling estate that will go on . . . → Read More: The Neverending Session and other matters
Ahh, the wandering carolers have been here singing for their Cider: Wassai! wassail! all over the town / Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown / Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree / With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee.
Indeed ’tis true that nothing beats . . . → Read More: God Jul!
Allow me to introduce myself as I am the new narrator for Green Man Review. As another Storyteller once said, ‘Please allow me to introduce myself / I’m a man of wealth and taste / I’ve been around for a long, long year . . .’
Jack Merry calls me The Old Man. Ellen Datlow once (affectionately . . . → Read More: Let Me Introduce Myself