At Name’s Cusp

Last night I dreamt
I went to Nemonymity again
At the cusp of Unname and Name:
And when I saw ghosts limp through dark halls’ fame,
I shouted – you ghosts, any ghosts, wild or tame,
You can never be lame!
But I wept to watch them come
As they hefted oaken tables,
Dragged and tagged in groups of one
Towards ill-carved labels.

Adornments of the Storm – Paul Meloy


“If the Despatrix is emerging then so might the remaining Higher Ones.”

My previous reviews of Paul Meloy and his Autoscope Mythos:

Suddenly realised how the Hawler fits into all this!

I have been reading this book for a while, outside the scope of my real-time reviewing. It is often beyond my ageing mind but equally unages me! Essential stuff, of course. Needs to be recorded on this, the Hawler’s site. So be it. Thus this post.

Just read a substantial review of it:
Seems very fair to me. It’s all you need!

“Is the Despatrix dead?” Doctor Mocking asked.
“No,” said Bismuth. “Not this time.”