A spring cycle exploring what lies buried and what begins to surface. Folklore, hidden histories and half-known truths emerging as the year turns toward light.
In Gothic fiction truth isn’t delivered cleanly or conveniently. It’s concealed in walls, sealed in letters, drowned in wells, locked in cupboards and buried in gardens – and it waits in all those places because it must. Buried truths aren’t narrative tricks, they’re the engine of Gothic fiction. From crumbling houses to unreliable narrators, the … Continue reading Buried Truths…
March’s Worm Moon tonight marks the slow thaw of the earth. As soil softens and frost loosens its grip, worms rise again, turning and aerating the ground that’s been locked tight for months. In truth, it’s an unglamorous name, right? Earthy and faintly unsettling. But entirely appropriate, nonetheless. As the ground warms, it releases what … Continue reading The Worm Moon…
March! Here we are caught between worlds. The ground’s still cold, but something restless stirs beneath it. Buried roots, perhaps? Buried memories? Buried truths? Spring doesn’t arrive all at once with grandeur. It creeps in on stealthy cat’s paws so as not to rouse all things still sleeping. And within this space where winter and … Continue reading The Season of Secrets…
R. H. DIXON 