A Letter to Beatrice: My Cold Blood

Dear Beatrice, When I was younger, I used to idealise you. In truth, I still think many of your words capture the spirit of strong, independant womanhood far better than many modern writers and poets. “I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.” Stunning, my dear,…

A Letter To Arwen: Keep Fighting

Dear Arwen, Um..firstly, may I just say it’s an honour? For so long, I’ve been dreaming of this moment. Finally, a feast for the people of Middle Earth that I’ve been invited to. I’d love to come, but I can see Legolas desperately waving me over to our campsite, the smell of smoke and tea…

A Letter To Loki: Play Tricks

Dear Loki, Some of the most beautiful moments in my life have been at the hands of tricksters. I have a gift, to be honest, for intentionally seeking out your sons and daughters. I find them either on the edges of society or victorious in the thick of it, those who have had to fight…

A Letter to Freyja: Night Mares

Dear Freyja, I send out this prayer to you in an unusual way. Instead of the words being carried by the wisps of smoke from a dying brazier, they come to you via the thrums and strums of electric impulses joining a network of spider’s threads. In the end, it’s all electrons energetically shifting, so…

A Letter to Redhead: All Heartfire

To Redhead, You thought I would understand. Why you didn’t get treatment for your cancer, why you didn’t get a masectomy. But I don’t. You had two children who loved you, would it really have been such a bad thing to just do the normal thing? I think what makes me the most angry is…

A Letter to Spock: Guidance From Amanda

Dear Spock, I’m not so sure you’d be proud of me today. You see, I did some highly illogical things. I know that the Vulcan way is infinite diversity in infinite combinations, but you know what else is the Vulcan way? Being free from emotion. I very much am not free from emotion. Neither am…