Dreamt in Fire…

inklings-soft-1…and there came to me a certain vision of a real world about us all the while, of a language that was only secret because we would not take the trouble to listen to it and discern it.”

Darkly Bright Press offers a new volume of stories and essays from the apostle of wonder. The literature of Arthur Machen is always an exploration into sacrament and landscape, replete with complex symbology. Dreamt in Fire: The Dreadful Ecstasy of Arthur Machen has been compiled and arranged to present an expansive survey of the master’s work without resorting to the over-anthologized texts found so easily in other collections. This goal of gathering “fresh” material while remaining representative of the writer’s long career illustrates a brilliant arc of depth and wonder.

Conceived as a companion piece to the upcoming Machen lectures, this collection will be released at the 2021 Inklings Festival in Wichita, Kansas as a limited edition of 50 copies.


Joshua Alan Sturgill: The Sea is Nothing & Nile

Mark Mosley:
When The Dying Are Unveiled
III: Burning Up

IV: Decensus

In the House of the Fisher King

Honoring an ancient tradition, we offer a Grail poem by Richard W. Rohlin. A Tolkien scholar, Rohlin will be a keynote lecturer at the upcoming Inklings Festival and will deliver two talks focusing on the Holy Grail.

PERCIVAL / Richard W. Rohlin

Keep silent; do not look the fool!”
So the wise man said to me.
I obeyed and held my tongue
While a strange and solemn chanting rung
And tapers blazed like a thousand suns
In the house of the Fisher-king.

A young man came with a bloody lance,

And a maid with a plate of gold.
And a Virgin came with a golden Grail–
It was covered o’er with a silken veil–
And the candle light was shining, pale,
And the castle strange and cold.

She–the Virgin who bore the Grail–
Had a face I though I’d seen.
Once, long before, in a city cold
I saw a minster, ruined and old,
Where a maiden wept in carven stone
At the foot of a gallows tree.

Keep silent! Do not look the fool!”
So I did as I was told.
And the whole procession, strange and glad
Came slowly on, in samite clad,
While the smoke of incense caught the shafts
Of light like liquid gold.

I held my peace. My silent host
Watched me with meaning glance.
It will come again,” it seemed to say,
The Grail and the plate and the Holy Maid;
One more chance have you to say:
‘How serves this Grail and Lance?’”

So his silence spoke. It came again–
And the Grail shone forth with light.
Again there passed the bloody lance,
And the maidens in their stately dance,
Then through a door it seemed to pass–
And I thought I saw a Knight.

A handsome lord, pale with pain,
Was lying hurt upon a bed.
The Virgin from the gallows-tree
Wept beside his bleeding knees
While close at hand a stone stood free
And the hall was hung with red.

I thought some words were written there–
Carved upon the stone:
CORPUS CHRIS– then all was dark,
And I sat alone with a broken heart
In an empty house and a silent yard
While the West Wind softly moaned.


Joshua Alan Sturgill: Primrose & Passing Through

Poets, Ghosts & Fairy Tales Make For A Busy Week

TELEGONOS: The new Tragic Drama is ready to ship.


Happy ReleaseThis week, we’ve added THREE classic stories.

We are invited to a mystical trek In the Woods by the mysterious writer Amyas Northcote. With the encroachment of modernity, an old priest works to soothe the dead in Gertrude Atherton’s The Dead and the Countess.

The delightful classic, The Three Heads in the Well, comes from the collection, English Fairy Tales, by folklorist Joseph Jacobs.


This week, we’ve published five poems by as many poets.

Joshua Alan Sturgill: Anagogy

Benjamin Rozonoyer: Whitesun

Linda Lobmeyer: Acedia

Mark Mosely: Apostasy

Phillip Neal Tippin: The Pilgrimage, Part 36