Knowing how much Ela liked the translation of Song of Amergin I did a few years ago, it seemed like a good thing to base an award text on. Bran and Korrin did an amazing job designing and creating the scroll, and I was overjoyed to have a hand in the process.  You can see […]

A new poem grew out of some research into the archaeology of Navan Fort. mythologically known as Emain Macha.  Navan Ash Here I sit, thousands of years later clutching a book of burnt offerings and blood described by scholars loathe to judge those Gaels who orchestrated arson for their Sidhe. I dream bereft Ulaid piling […]

Sometimes the world falls apart and things get left behind.  That happened quite some time ago when some friends died unexpectedly, so Korrin and I decided to help pick up one little piece and try to make something kind and beautiful together for someone we adore.   Audio O for a bounding sea, that would crash  […]

Here we are, stuck at home during a pandemic.  Far from ideal, that.  I can’t fix anything major, but I can share a little bit of art and hopefully help you pass some time.   Unwaith: a Welsh poem by Elin ap Hywel, translated by Robert Minhinnick An Crann/The Quince by Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill, translated by […]

The last year has been an absolute whirlwind.  Acting as one of the royal bards, and planning and hosting my elevation to the Order of the Laurel and Alherin’s to the Chivalry was intense and wonderful, but didn’t leave a great deal of time for writing or recording the costuming projects that took up so […]

This year, I celebrate Imbolc with a new song of my own.  Birdsong Spoken introduction Recording of Birdsong The Raven’s eye sees everything, From winter’s death to birth of spring, He favors neither slave nor king But Bran’s own blessed singers. Broad wings beat the air in flight As life and death war through the […]

I’ve been working away on dozens of little projects, and then a million things happened at once.  I’m still processing.  I wrote a new song, and I love it.  It started out on a very different path than it eventually carved for itself.   I went to an event most of my closest friends don’t attend. […]

I’ve never been wild about competitions, particularly Bardic competitions, because of a myriad of reasons.  We all do things differently; we have different styles and time-periods that interest us; we focus more or less on spoken or sung pieces; favor different vocal styles; and on and on and on.  I think I’ve participated in six as […]

“Fatten your animal for sacrifice, poet,  but keep your muse slender. —” Καλλίμαχος/Callimachus 310/305–240 BC Scholar at the Library of Alexandria

The Song of Wandering Aengus William Butler Yeats I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in […]