In the oldest quarter of the woods,where daylight arrives already dying,the trees stand gaunt and funereal,their bark split openlike the walls of abandoned crypts. From these woundsthe fungus enters. Not violently—never violently. It arrives the way sorrow arrives:gradually,patiently,through the smallest fractures. White tendrils creep beneath the skin of the forest,threading through root and marrowwood,until every … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Where the Fungus Keeps Vigil” – Colonizing Decay, v.5
T.A.E.’s Book Review – The Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud
Jonathan Stroud’s The Amulet of Samarkand is a glittering feat of inversion: a children’s fantasy that feels, at times, like political satire, Gothic comedy, and colonial critique all at once. Its great innovation is not merely that it imagines a London run by magicians and serviced by enslaved djinn, afrits, and imps, but that it … Continue reading T.A.E.’s Book Review – The Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud
Revisionist Poetry – “The Catechism of Rot” – Colonizing Decay, v.4
Beneath the black cathedral of the pines,where moonlight curdles in stagnant pools,the forest keeps its terrible liturgy. There, among the roots swollen like drowned fingers,fungus wakes in pallid colonies,soft as grave-milk,quiet as things that feed unseen. It climbs the trees with monk-like patience,pressing its white mouthsinto wounded bark,drinking the slow memory of the wood. Nothing … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “The Catechism of Rot” – Colonizing Decay, v.4
T.A.E.’s Book Review – Ghost Story by Peter Straub
Peter Straub’s Ghost Story is one of the great American haunted-house novels, but it is far more interested in memory than in mere haunting. On the surface, it offers the familiar pleasures of Gothic fiction: a remote town, winter weather, a creaking old mansion, and a presence that seems to gather force from every buried … Continue reading T.A.E.’s Book Review – Ghost Story by Peter Straub
Revisionist Poetry – “The Forest’s Quiet Conquest” – Colonizing Decay, v.3
Under the veil of leaves,the forest keeps its oldest pulse:not silence, but labor. Fungal life ascends the trunkin pale, deliberate script,curling over bark like a secretthe tree can no longer hold alone.It enters every fault and fracturewith the patience of rainand the intimacy of breath. Nothing here is merely ending.The fallen branch becomes a threshold;the … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “The Forest’s Quiet Conquest” – Colonizing Decay, v.3
T.A.E.’s Book Review – Wisdom for Winners: Volume One by Jim Stovall
Jim Stovall’s book is less a single sustained argument than a sequence of compact meditations on success, selfhood, and spiritual discipline. Its structure matters: the material is organized into small, stand-alone sections designed to be read incrementally, and the columns originally appeared in print before being gathered into book form. That serial origin gives the … Continue reading T.A.E.’s Book Review – Wisdom for Winners: Volume One by Jim Stovall
Revisionist Poetry – “Mycelial Dominion” – Colonizing Decay, v.2
Beneath the canopy’s green hush,a secret country labours in the dark.What seems still is only waiting;what seems dead is already opening,thread by thread beneath the bark. Fungus arrives without alarm,a patient grammar written in white filaments,finding its way through splinter, seam, and wound,speaking softly to the wooduntil the wood begins to answer. Here, the forest … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Mycelial Dominion” – Colonizing Decay, v.2
T.A.E.’s Book Review – Dracula by Bram Stoker
Bram Stoker’s Dracula is far more than a Gothic entertainment built around bats, castles, and midnight terror. It is a brilliantly unstable novel—part horror story, part travel narrative, part medical casebook, part detective fiction—whose power comes from the tension between its spectacular villainy and its meticulous documentary form. By telling the story through letters, diaries, … Continue reading T.A.E.’s Book Review – Dracula by Bram Stoker
Revisionist Poetry – “Sepulchre of Winter Light” – Hints of Sunset, v.4
The sun dies beautifully. It sinks behind the black-veined treeslike a lantern lowered into deep water,casting bruised sepia upon the snowless earth—a final sacrament before the long extinguishing. Above us,clouds mass like ruined kingdoms. The cold arrives with intelligence.It creeps beneath doors,whispers along the eaves,lays thin silver fingers upon the glass. Soon the storm descends. … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Sepulchre of Winter Light” – Hints of Sunset, v.4
T.A.E.’s Book Review – Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson’s Kidnapped is, on its surface, a brisk adventure novel of flight, danger, and narrow escape; yet beneath its athletic plot lies a far more intricate moral and historical design. The author turns the novel into a study of divided loyalties, national tension, and the uneasy education of a young man forced to … Continue reading T.A.E.’s Book Review – Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson
The New Renaissance Mindset 